To-morrow a smooth wall will be here in the place of the door, and iron shutters will cover all the windows.

I feel that I ought not to seek her here any more.

Elsewhere, elsewhere I will seek her: we will dwell together in another room.

Let us go, let us go!" And smilingly, without a tear, like one who is preparing for his bridal day, he quitted the room, casting one more look around upon it from the threshold, and a dumb kiss into the darkness, as if he were taking leave for a last time of a beloved object visible only to himself.
"Let us come, let us come!" In the large library the witnesses were awaiting them.
They were four--the local notary, a stoutish young man, with his back planted against the warm stove; the estate agent, benevolent Peter Varga, who had asked, as a favour, that he might wear black like the other family servants; the parish priest, and Mike Kis.

That worthy youth had quitted the brilliant saloons whose hero he was, to comfort his old friend in the days of his tribulation.