Then of course they had to tell her the truth.
"We are three leagues from the station in front of us, and about four from the one behind us, and there is no prospect of our getting on any further.

All four horses are lame, they have been damaged during the shoeing." "What steeple is that in front of us ?" "Oroshaza, I fancy, but with these four lame horses I don't believe we shall get there before midnight." Henrietta perceived the confusion of the old gentleman, who for sheer rage and worry could not keep his hat on his burning head, so she tried to comfort him.
"Never mind, dear papa Gerzson, not far from here must lie Leonard's _csarda_.

You and I, papa Gerzson, might go on there with the horses while the coachman makes the best of his way on foot to Oroshaza, where he can get fresh horses and join us early in the morning at the _csarda_." Squire Gerzson jerked his head significantly.
"I don't want to alarm you, my dear Baroness," said he, "but that _csarda_ lies in the beat of the "poor vagabonds"-- you may have heard of them." "Oh, I have spent a night there already.

I know the innkeeper's wife.
She is a very good sort of woman, who told us tales all night long while she worked her distaff at my bedside.

I should very much like to see her again.