Any more ?" "More!--more! There's no end to them, of course.

How do you suppose I can carry the names of all of them in my head?
Come, and look at them yourself; you'll soon have your fill of 'em, I warrant." Meanwhile the trusty heyduke had dressed his master, brushed him down and smoothed him out, till there was not a spot or wrinkle to be seen on any portion of his attire.
"But is there not some other, some strange, unusual guest, the sort of man, I mean, who is not in the habit of visiting me?
Eh ?" Palko regarded his master for a moment with wide-open mouth and eyes, not knowing what to answer.
"I want to know," continued Karpathy, in a solemn voice, "whether my little brother Bela is here ?" Palko made a wry face at these words, and dropped the velvet brush with which he was just preparing to smooth out the collar of his master's _mente_.
"What! that weather-cock ?" "Come, come! None of that! Don't you know that a Karpathy should always be spoken of respectfully ?" "What!" cried Palko, "the man who insulted your honour so grossly ?" "What business is it of yours ?" "Oh, no business of mine, of course, not a bit! I am only a good-for-nothing old heyduke.

What right have I to poke my nose into your honour's affairs?
Make friends with him again, by all means! What do I care.

Kiss and hug each other if you like, I don't care.

It was not me but your honour whom the worthy man insulted, and if your honour likes that, why, be it so--that's all!" "Come, come, don't make a fool of yourself, Palko," said Master Jock, more jocosely.