What are you doing here ?" "We are spreading civilization.

It is a somewhat poorer diversion than spending the season at Paris, but a few Hungarian magnates have taken it into their heads to live henceforth at Pest, and for their sake others, and for these others' sake others still have pitched their tents in this little town, in which there is as much pleasure as you'll find at London, and as many illusions as you'll find anywhere." "That's all right.

And what do you know about the Karpathys ?" Mr.Kecskerey blew himself out haughtily like a frog, and grunted in a strangulated sort of voice, "My friend, for what do you take me, pray?
Am I your spy, that I should go ferreting into family secrets in order to betray them to you?
What sort of an opinion can you have of me ?" Abellino, with a feeling of satisfaction, launched the remainder of the crumpled-up visiting-cards in his fist at Joko's head.

He knew the manners and customs of Mr.Kecskerey thoroughly.

He was wont to fling back every dishonourable commission and query with the utmost indignation, into the face of their proposer, but he executed them all the same, and reported accordingly.
"What business is it of mine what the Karpathys are doing?
The world says, however, that Madame Karpathy has a fresh lover every day.