Then it was really true that this thoughtless child had committed the crime! "My dear Coloman," said he, dropping the Leander now, "your sister is the martyr of her own devotion.

She was most certainly ready to acknowledge the bill as her own; but you ought to have thought what sacrifices she will have to make now that her grandfather has cut her off with a shilling and her husband refuses to place such a considerable amount at her disposal." "Good gracious!" cried the itinerant actor, thrusting his hands deep down into his empty pockets, "what then do these big wigs call considerable amounts.

Very well, sir.

I had no idea that the Baroness Hatszegi was _so very poor_.

I will try to recover the bill, and it shall be the first thing I will pay off with my benefit money." Szilard could not help being struck by the terrible comicality of the idea.
"But, my dear young friend," said he, "if you had two benefits every year and got a clear forty florins at every one of them, it would take you at least a hundred years from to-day to discharge the amount." "What ?" cried Coloman with wide open eyes, and in his amazement seizing the candlestick instead of his fork.
"Why, don't you know that the bill is for 40,000 florins ?" "What ?" thundered the young vagabond.