I am glad these mischievous exercises are safely in our hands again.

Don't bother your head about them any more! The girl is going away, you will remain here, in a year's time you will have forgotten each other." Szilard smiled frostily.
"And that word which binds us together or tears us asunder ?" said he.
"Yes, I thought of that, too.

She looked me straight in the eyes for a long time when I asked for it and I told her I wanted the real, the genuine word.

She has written it on the back of these papers, look!" Szilard stretched forth a tremulous hand towards the papers, seized them, turned them round, and cast one look at the word written there and then fell at full length on the floor, striking his head against the corner of the table so that the blood flowed.
Mr.Sipos, cursing the whole stupid business and wishing the papers at the bottom of the sea, raised the young man tenderly and bathed his head with cold water.

He did not call for assistance (why should the whole world be taken into his confidence ?), but when the youth came to again, he soothed and consoled him with loving words.