I don't want it to be said that I knew anything about it." So Makkabesku locked up the casket in the huge wall-closet which greatly resembled a large standing clock case and in which were his diploma of nobility and all his domestic treasures.

The key of the locked closet he returned to his guest.

Then by way of extra precaution, he locked the room as well and forced that key also upon the Baron.
"Domnule," he added, when he saw that Hatszegi was determined to return to his wrecked coach.

"I can only say that I should be very glad if your lordship would not go.

The servants will be quite able to bring the carriage along." "That they cannot: the whole lot of them are mere boors who have never seen a carriage with an iron axle." "Let me go then, and your lordship remain here." "I suppose you want me, then, to show your daughter how to cook ?" The innkeeper's eyebrows contracted at these words; his desire to go visibly subsided.
"But suppose I am afraid of being left alone in the house with so much money ?" "Come, come, wretched man!" cried Hatszegi at last losing all patience, "you don't suppose that your blockhead of a bandit is lying in wait for me, do you?
Look you now! I'll leave you my gun.