name did you then bear?"

"The name I bear now, which is my own. Only I used to write it in
Hungarian, Dumany Kornel."

"Still I don't remember. Neither your name, nor yet your face is
familiar to me."

"Naturally enough. I was in Parliament for only one day; the next day
they conducted me out again."

"Ah, now I know you! You were the dead man's candidate."

"Yes, you have hit it; I was the man."

Well, this was indeed a surprise. All the drowsiness had entirely gone
from me, and, turning back into the room, I asked, eagerly--

"Sir, have I some claim on your generosity?"

"Oh sir! my dear friend!" he cried, extending both hands to me, "I am
your most grateful and obedient servant for ever. I hand you a blank
sheet, and, whatever you may be pleased to write upon it, I shall most
willingly subscribe to."

"Then tell me how the right honourable Dumany Kornel, a member of the
Hungarian landed gentry, and also of the medical profession, if I
rightly remember, a rather fast-living bachelor, and rejected Commoner,
has been metamorphosed into Cornelius Dumany, the Silver King, the South
American nabob, the matador of the Bourse, husband of a beautiful