In reply to all his arguments, she pleaded for her poor brother, whose fate, she added, with tears, depended upon her instant action.
Now, Mr.Gerzson was a gentleman--every inch of him.

He was also kind-hearted to a fault, and when he beheld the poor woman in despair, he put an end to the difficulty by saying: "Very well, my lady, then I will escort you to Pest myself." At this Hatszegi fairly lost all patience.

"Why, what can you be thinking of ?" cried he.
"Your pardon, Leonard, but I suppose you may regard me as old enough and honourable enough to fill the place of a father to your wife on an occasion like this! It appears to me that it will never enter anybody's head to speak slightingly of a lady because she travelled alone with me." Good, worthy old man, he was quite proud that no woman could look at his face without a shudder.
"And then I fancy that there's still quite enough of me left to defend a woman against anybody, even though it were the devil himself.

And I should advise that worthy Fatia Negra not to show his mug to me, for my stunted hand does not fire guns as our friend Makkabesku is in the habit of doing, nor will my bullets be caught like flies, I warrant." "You will be done out of the horse-racing, all through me," remarked Henrietta sadly.
"Oh, it does not interest me much.

I don't care much about it." This was not true, but it was all the nicer of the old man to say so.
"Then you really mean to escort my wife to Pest ?" said Hatszegi, at last.
"With the greatest of pleasure." "Very well.