Let me kiss your hand--_au revoir_!" Henrietta watched him go out, watched him get into his carriage and bowl off and then began to weep and hide her head among the cushions that nobody might hear her.
They are pursuing Fatia Negra! ...

Szilard Vamhidy is pursuing Fatia Negra! He will come hither, he will enter this very castle.

Leonard himself has invited him! He will certainly come to see his former love once more.

The thought was terrible! But it must not, it should not happen.
Leonard himself had invited Vamhidy to his castle.

This man relied too much on the terror of a poor timid woman, he built too much on that nimbus of terror which made him so horribly unassailable in her eyes.
What! first to invite the former lover of his wife to be his guest and then show his indifference by choosing that very time to absent himself from the house for some days! But on one thing she was resolved--Vamhidy should not find her at Hidvar.