You must make good your fault.

And now for a time we cease to be friends and I am simply an examining magistrate, and you are an accused prisoner who is about to make a voluntary confession before me.

Pray sit right opposite to me and answer all my questions clearly and accurately--in fact tell me exactly what happened." And Vamhidy produced paper and writing requisites, lit a pair of candles which he placed by his side and began the examination of the youth sitting in front of him.
By midnight the confession was duly written down.
When, however, Vamhidy proposed that Coloman should now come back to Pest and be reconciled to his relations, the youth hesitated: "We will see," said he.
"At any rate remain here with me then," continued Szilard.

"Sleep in my room and take till to-morrow to think it over.

I won't lock the door but you must give me your word of honour that you will not go out of that door without my knowledge." "I give you my word upon it." Then Szilard made the youth lie down and only went to rest himself when he was sure that Coloman was asleep.
Nevertheless on awaking next morning and looking round the room he could see no trace of Coloman, but there was a letter from him on the table as follows: "Dear old friend, I thank you for your extreme kindness to me, but I don't want to see my relations any more, not because I fear to meet them, but because I have a holy horror of the very atmosphere they breathe.