Besides, I know the "poor vagabonds" also.

All of them kissed my hand in turn when I was there.

If, however, anybody should be rude to me, have I not papa Gerzson ?--when he is by I fear nobody." "Noble heart!--very well, be it so! If your ladyship fears nothing, I think I may very well say the same." Whereupon Squire Gerzson gave the coachman two florins to speed him on to Oroshaza, where he was to get fresh horses and come on the same night to the _csarda_, so that they might be able to set off again before dawn on the morrow.

He himself then quitted the highroad in the direction of the well-known _csarda_ which, with sound horses, he might have reached in about an hour, but which with lame ones he only got up to towards evening, having repeatedly to rest on the way.

Squire Gerzson kept on asking Henrietta whether she was hungry or thirsty and offered her his flask again and again; but she always gently declined it, the old man feeling in honour bound to follow her example.