But the rockets still continued to mount aloft from the blazing firework and write the name "Karpathy" in the sky in gigantic fiery letters visible from afar.
* * * * * Now, what more natural than that the mob of breathless, departing guests should lose no time in presenting their respects, and paying their court to the heir-presumptive of the vast possessions of the Karpathy family, his Honour Abellino Karpathy?
They had all seen John Karpathy sink back in his chair, stricken by apoplexy.

He had not died on the spot, it is true; yet he was as good as dead, anyhow, and there were many who carried their friendly sympathy with his highly respected nephew so far as to urge him vehemently to hasten at once--yes, that very night--to Karpatfalva, take possession, and seal up everything, to prevent any surreptitious filching of his property.

But the young Squire was suspicious of all premature rumours, and resolved to bide his time, await more reliable information, and only put in an appearance on receiving news of the funeral.

Early next morning the Dean arrived to greet him.

The very reverend gentleman had remained behind at Karpatfalva last of all, in order to make sure that Master Jock really signed the codicil in favour of the college in which he was interested.