There the documents were right enough, nicely tied together.
And then Henrietta seized his hand and pressed it so warmly and looked at him with her lovely, piteous, imploring eyes--a very lunatic might have been healed by such a look.
"I know you for an honourable man," continued she, "promise me not to look at these papers, but give them to my brother Koloman, he will know what to do with them.

You will do this for my sake, dear Margari, will you not?
It is just as though one of the dead were to come back to you from the world beyond the grave and implore you, with desperate supplications, to free its soul from a thought which rested upon it like a curse and would not let it rest in the grave." Margari shuddered at these words.

A corpse that returns from the world beyond the grave! This young gentlewoman certainly had a terrifying imagination.

Nevertheless he swore by his hope of salvation that he would not bestow a glance upon the papers, but would give them to young Koloman.
"Hide them, pray!" And indeed it was high time that he should bestow them in the well-like pocket of his long coat, for Clementina's steps were already audible in the adjoining chamber.

When she appeared, however, he was sitting behind the curtain again, reading away as if nothing had happened.
When the clock struck four, at which time Koloman usually returned from school, Henrietta said to Margari that she had had enough of romance-reading for that day, but thanked him for his kindness and asked him to come again on the morrow if he would be so good.