She knew him not, she knew not even his name, yet she felt that she would love him henceforth to the last moment of her life.
Poor Alexander! So Teresa saw the labours of these many years all in ruins, and in the bitterness of her despair she brought herself to take a step which, at one time, the greatest misery would have been powerless to make her do--she went to Boltay, told him everything, and entreated him to defend, to protect the girl, for this was a case where female protection was insufficient.
Boltay accepted the guardianship with joy.

The coarse-handed artisan's big face turned dark red with rage, and he did not go to his factory that day, lest he should pitch into some one; but he gave orders that Teresa's belongings should be carried into his house that very night.
Alexander, who heard everything, became very sorrowful, but was doubly attentive to Fanny.

It was a case of hopeless love all round.

He loved the girl and the girl loved another, and both were very unhappy.
Every one in the family knew the secret, but nobody said a word about it.

The two old people often laid their heads together, and sometimes Alexander was admitted to this family council.
The good old people tried to find out the name of the unknown nobleman, as they wanted to send back to him the whole of the money that he had forwarded to Fanny.