You were born rich, you married the most charming of women"-- Michel frowned.
"That is, it is true, the sorrow of your life," continued Varhely.

"It seems to me only yesterday that you lost the poor child." "It is over two years, however," said Michel, gravely.

"Two years! How time flies!" "She was so charming," said old Yanski, not perceiving the expression of annoyance mingled with sadness which passed over the young man's face.
"I knew your dear wife when she was quite small, in her father's house.

He gave me an asylum at Prague, after the capitulation signed by Georgei.

Although I was an Hungarian, and he a Bohemian, her father and I were great friends." "Yes," said Menko, rapidly, "she often spoke of you, my dear Varhely.
They taught her to love you, too.