He comforted her, however, with the assurance that the _csarda_-woman was a dab hand at turning out all sorts of good old savoury Hungarian dishes.
At last, after a weary journey, when evening was already closing upon them, Henrietta perceived the _csarda_ gleaming white behind the acacia trees.

When they stumbled into the courtyard they found nobody, and nobody came out of the door to meet them.
"All the better, nobody will see these game-legged nags," growled Squire Gerzson as he helped Henrietta out of the carriage.
"It is odd that the woman of the inn does not come out to meet me," said Henrietta.

"She liked me so.

How pleased she will be to see me." Nevertheless no one came.

Squire Gerzson grew impatient.