AN AMIABLE MAN Baron Hatszegi was certainly a very amiable man.

He had a handsome face full of manly pride, sparkling eyes, and a powerful yet elegant figure.
He moved and spoke with graceful ease, bore himself nobly, picked his words--in short, was a perfect gentleman.

Mr.Demetrius was quite taken with him, although Hatszegi hardly exchanged a word with him, naturally devoting himself principally to the widowed lady who played the part of hostess.

What the conversation was really about nobody distinctly recollected--the usual commonplaces no doubt, balls, soirees, horse-racing.

Henrietta took no part in the talk; Mr.John, on the other hand, had a word to say on every subject, and, although nobody paid any attention to him, he enjoyed himself vastly.
When Hatszegi had departed, John, with a beaming face, asked Madame Langai what she thought of the young man.
Instead of replying, Madame Langai asked what had induced him to bring him there.
"Well, but he's a splendid fellow, isn't he ?" "You said yesterday that he was a vagabond." "I said so, I know, but it is not true." "You said, too, that he was a robber." "What! I said that?
Impossible.