You have not lived, Varhely, or you have lived only for your idol, your country, and everything amazes you.

If you had, like me, wandered all over the world, you would not be astonished at anything; although, to tell the truth"-- and the young man's voice became bitter, trenchant, and almost threatening--"we have only to grow old to meet with terrible surprises, very hard to bear." As he spoke, he glanced, involuntarily perhaps, at Marsa Laszlo, leaning on the railing just below him.
"Oh! don't speak of old age before you have passed through the trials that Zilah and I have," responded Varhely.

"At eighteen, Andras Zilah could have said: 'I am old.' He was in mourning at one and the same time for all his people and for our country.

But you! You have grown up, my dear fellow, in happy times.

Austria, loosening her clutch, has permitted you to love and serve our cause at your ease.