I am a true gentleman, who knows how to prendre son air in whatever company he may find himself.

I have the pleasure of introducing myself to your worships as Abellino Karpathy, of Karpat." And with these words he whistled into the hollow end of his cane, flung himself with a noble nonchalance into one of the camp-chairs, and threw one of his heavily spurred feet over the other.
This speech fairly astonished the company.

Even Master Jock now sprang from his seat, and, resting the palms of both hands on his knees, regarded the new-comer with amazement, while the gipsy went down on all fours and began sniffing around him like a dog.
At length Master Jock, in a solemn, drawling voice, exclaimed-- "What! that gentleman a Karpathy?
Do you know what it means to bear the name Karpathy?
That name which has a line of thirty ancestors behind it, all of whom were _foispans_ and standard-bearers; that name which is as sonorous as any in the kingdom! Bethink you, therefore, of what you are saying, sir! There is only one Karpathy in the world besides myself, and him they call Bela!" "Le voila! That's just myself," said the stranger, protruding one of his legs in front of him, and beating time with the other to an operatic tune, which he whistled through the hole in his stick until he had quite finished it.

"I was born in this barbarous land, and the father who bore me--ah, ca! not my father! comment s'appelle ca ?--that one of my parents who was not my father, I mean." "I suppose you mean your mother ?" "Yes, yes, of course! My mother, that's it! Well, my mother was a noble dame, and well-educated, but my father was a bit of an oddity who dearly loved his joke.

But the greatest joke he ever perpetrated was when he christened me, his eldest son, Bela, and made me learn Hungarian.