He had expected the Nabob to be enraged, not rejoiced at the news.
"Where is he?
Where is he stopping?
Why did you leave him behind ?" inquired Master Jock, amazing Bandi still more by the impetuosity of his delight.
"He was with me in the next village; he was coming on to you with a birthday greeting, having only just left Pressburg, but was taken ill on the road, and had to put up at my house.

Nevertheless he had brought his present with him, and will send it on this very evening.

I would have brought it with me, but I came on horseback, and the present was so large that it would have filled a cart, at the very least." Master Jock trembled for joy.

He had so thoroughly made up his mind that his nephew must come, that he regarded his presence there as an indispensable feature of the entertainment.
"Quick, Palko, quick!" he cried; "get the carriage ready for him! Send four horses on before, that you may have a fresh relay at the Rukadi Csarda waiting for you! Go yourself! Nay, you stay behind, and send a man of a less proud stomach than you are! Send the fiscal! Tell Mr.Bela that I honour, that I embrace him! Bring him along by main force as quickly as you can! Run! I say, run!" "Run, eh ?" grumbled Palko to himself.

"I'll go, of course, but don't suppose that I can fly!" And not another word did Master Jock say to anybody till he saw the fiscal bowl off in the best state carriage to meet his nephew.