A most awkward position, most awkward.

But it does not matter; if her jewels are under lock and key, nobody guards mine." At these words which came straight from the best of hearts, Szilard could not restrain himself from impressing a burning kiss on the countess's hand so affected was he by this outburst of generosity.
"Ah, ha!" cackled the count behind his back, "so we have got as far as that already, eh! Capital, capital, upon my word! Nay, nay, my young friend, don't be afraid of me.

Do not put yourself out in the least on my account! God bless you, my boy!" "To-morrow, we'll plan it all out, I'll be waiting for you at one o'clock," whispered the countess to Szilard, "now I must go, the cotillion is beginning." "Don't you dance then ?" enquired the count of Szilard.

"Nonsense! they'll say you are mourning somebody.

Thank God, old Lapussa was not _your_ father-in-law, but Hatszegi's.