"It is quite plain to me.

When a fellow has got that sort of thing into his head once, he will try it again and again.

I wash my hands of the business, it is all the fault of the countess.

Why does she play her tricks with such people?
No doubt he has swallowed poison and then crawled away into some nook or corner of a forest.

In a month or two, I suppose, we shall come upon him unexpectedly." "Whom shall we come upon unexpectedly ?" cried a voice behind his back.
He looked around and there was the long lost Szilard.
"Oh, there you are, eh?
What have you been doing with yourself all this time?
Come along with me--and Heaven help you!--I will take you to my wife.