Yes, a masterly shot on Leonard's part it was, I must confess--at fifty paces at the very moment when the bear's head and mine were near enough for kissing.
And I do think it was so nice of Leonard to risk a shot for me, when if he had simply allowed me to be torn to pieces he would have saved his thousand ducats, for he lost his bet, you see.

Not only did he liberate me, but he paid a thousand ducats for doing so." "He acted like a true gentleman!" they all cried.

It was the general opinion.
"Your ladyship will see this splendid bear skin at Hidvar, it is a real treasure for a hunter, I can tell you.

And in fact if I had had the choice I would much rather have had the bear skin than the thousand ducats, and the exchange would have been much better for me too in the long run, for I should have the skin to this day, whereas the thousand ducats were forcibly taken from me at Deva by that villain, Fatia Negra."[7] [Footnote 7: Black face.] "Who is that ?" enquired Henrietta curiously.
"A famous robber-chieftain in these mountains whom they can never lay hands upon." Henrietta cast anxious glances around her.
But here Hatszegi coolly interrupted him by striking his plate with his fork: "I won't have my wife frightened to death by your highwayman yarns," cried he, and changed the conversation.

Shortly afterwards Henrietta went to her chamber, leaving her husband with Mr.Gerzson and his guests.
Such was Henrietta's first night after her marriage.