You need not be so anxious to guard the door, I shall not try to force my way up to your master.

I'll wager he will come and see me first.

Wait a bit." And with that Gerzson sat down on the step, tore a leaf out of his pocketbook and, placing it on his knee, wrote with his pencil the following words: "Sir, I declare you to be a miserable coward.

If you want to know why, you will find me at the parson's, there I will tell you and after that we can arrange our little business between ourselves.
"GERZSON SATRAKOVICS." Mr.Gerzson had even taken the trouble to provide himself with sealing-wax and matches so he could seal his letter without any difficulty and the step served him as a table.
But suppose even this letter did not make Hatszegi come forth?
Struck by this idea he tore open the note again and added this postscript: "If you do not give me proper satisfaction, I will wait for you at the gate of your own castle and shoot you down like a dog!!" Surely _that_ would be enough! Again he sealed the letter and was about to hand it to the huntsman when it suddenly occurred to him that Hatszegi might chuck the note unopened into the fire.

Now, therefore, he wrote on the outside of it, just below the address: "If you don't open this letter, I will have an exact copy of it posted upon the notice-board of the club at Arad." "And now, you door-keeping Cerberus," said he, "take this and give it to your master, wherever he may be." He wasted no more words upon the fellow, but went straight to the dwelling of the old priest who was awaiting him in his porch.
"I must beg your reverence for a night's lodging, I am afraid," said Squire Gerzson, cordially pressing the old clergyman's hand.