And now I am coming to the end and aim of all this rigmarole.

Henrietta believes, and I am likewise convinced of it, that if her brother be alive, there is only one person in the world whom he will try and seek out and that is yourself." "Poor lad! he loved me much," sighed Szilard.
"And now you understand what I am driving at, don't you?
If anybody can find out the whereabouts of Henrietta's brother and the real reason why he fled from his relations at Pest and took refuge neither with his aunt, Madame Langai, who, I hear, has taken his part all through, nor yet with his sister, it is most certainly you.

This is no lawyer's business, for a lawyer would set about it too gingerly.

Here sympathy and chivalry are before all other things necessary, and if the husband declines this noble task, we have nobody to turn to except--the man who has been sacrificed." Szilard bit his lips to prevent the tears from coming.

Who could ever have thought that so frivolous a woman would have had so much feeling for her friend?
Then he rose, bowed and curtly informed the countess that he would undertake the commission.
The countess pressed his hand affectionately: "And keep me informed of everything," said she, "for I am the common post between you two." Szilard thanked the countess and withdrew.