"I do not pick my words, for I am a priest and used to hunger.

And he who is used to hunger is free from the yoke of servility.

I told his lordship that to his face, and that was why he forbade me the castle." Henrietta could not continue the conversation, so upset was she at the idea of Hatszegi's stinginess.

What! the man who raked in hundreds of thousands at a time with the greatest ease, and no doubt scattered them as recklessly, could shut his door in the face of a poor priest who begged for the house of God and the education of the people! She hastily wished the priest good-night and returned to the castle.
The same evening she sought her husband, who had just come home wearied from the chase, "I have a favour to ask of you," said she.

Hatszegi looked astonished: it was the first favour the wife had ever asked her husband.
"Command me!" said he.