God knows why, but he could not have met the young man's eyes at that moment.
"And now, sir, we can go." "Where will you spend the night?
Come with me to Szentirma!" "Thank you; you are very good to me, but I must return this very hour.
The moon will soon be up, and there will be light enough to see my way by.

I must make haste, for there's lots for me to do at home." He could not prevail upon him; a man's sorrow has no desire to be comforted.
Rudolf accompanied him to the wayside _csarda_, where the sledge was awaiting him.

He could not restrain himself from warmly pressing the artisan's hand and even embracing him.
And Alexander did not guess the meaning of that warm grasp, or why this great nobleman was so good to him.
Shortly afterwards the sledge disappeared in the darkness of the night by the same road by which it had come.

Rudolf returned to the pine-trees, and paid another visit to the white monument.

There he stood and thought of the woman who had suffered so much, and who, perhaps, was thinking of him there below.