"The psychological moment is long gone by.

We shall both end old bachelors, my good Varhely, and spend our evenings playing checkers, that mimic warfare of old men." "Yes, that is all very well for me, who have no very famous name to perpetuate; but the Zilahs should not end with you.

I want some sturdy little hussar whom I can teach to sit a horse, and who also will call me his good old Yanski." The Prince smiled, and then replied, gravely, almost sadly: "I greatly fear that one can not love two things at once; the heart is not elastic.
I chose Hungary for my bride, and my life must be that of a widower." In the midst of the austere and thoughtful life he led, Andras preserved, nevertheless, a sort of youthful buoyancy.

Many men of thirty were less fresh in mind and body than he.

He was one of those beings who die, as they have lived, children: even the privations of the hardest kind of an existence can not take away from them that purity and childlike trust which seem to be an integral part of themselves, and which, although they may be betrayed, deceived and treated harshly by life, they never wholly lose; very manly and heroic in time of need and danger, they are by nature peculiarly exposed to treasons and deceptions which astonish but do not alter them.