Prince Andras remembered once having dined with a staff officer of Garibaldi's army on one side of him, and the Pope's nuncio on the other.
On a certain evening the Baroness was very anxious that the Prince should not refuse her latest invitation.
"I am arranging a surprise for you," she said.

"I am going to have to dinner"-- "Whom?
The Mikado?
The Shah of Persia ?" "Better than the Mikado.

A charming young girl who admires you profoundly, for she knows by heart the whole history of your battles of 1849.

She has read Georgei, Klapka, and all the rest of them; and she is so thoroughly Bohemian in heart, soul and race, that she is universally called the Tzigana." "The Tzigana ?" This simple word, resembling the clank of cymbals, brought up to Prince Andras a whole world of recollections.

'Hussad czigany'! The rallying cry of the wandering musicians of the puszta had some element in it like the cherished tones of the distant bells of his fatherland.
"Ah! yes, indeed, my dear Baroness," he said; "that is a charming surprise.