aquiline nose, and pretty, shell-shaped, little mouth as he, and she
could hardly have been more than four-and-twenty, so young and girlish
did she look. The husband was a large-made, well-shaped, and
distinguished-looking gentleman. His bronze complexion had a healthy
flush, and he wore side whiskers, but no moustache. His head was covered
with a round soft beaver, and a long, rich fur coat was thrown lightly
over his shoulder. In his scarf I saw a large solitaire. The lady at his
side was very plainly attired in black, and wore no jewellery at all.
The age of the gentleman was, according to my judgment, about forty.

As the child ran toward him, with both his little arms stretched out,
and crying, in Hungarian, "Apám! Drágo édes apám!" ("Papa! dear darling
papa!") the gentleman hastened to meet him, caught the boy up in his
arms, and covered the little face, hands, eyes, and hair with a shower
of kisses. The father sobbed in his joy, while the child laughed,
caressed his father's cheeks, and called him "Édes jo apám!" ("My good,
sweet father!") in Hungarian, and the father called him, crying and
laughing, "My dear little fool"--in English.

Then I saw the father whisper something to the child, and in an instant
the whole little face became rigid and dull, all child-like mirth and
sweetness had vanished. He looked around, and then clung tightly to his
father, as if in dread of something, and I saw his lips move in appeal.
The father kissed him again and carried him to the lady, who all the
while had given no sign of animation or interest, but had looked on,
cool and indifferent.

"Look, my pet, here is your mama!" said the gentleman to the boy,
approaching the lady and holding the boy toward her. Now, according to
the law of nature, according to all human sentiment and experience, we