Chapter

 1     I|       to bed, for candles were dear, put out the fire, and stretching
 2     I|     him, and exclaimed -~ ~"My dear brother, Heaven has surely
 3     I|     say in my presence that my dear uncle is not the finest
 4     I|        contraire, as I find my dear uncle alive, it will be
 5     I|   declared?"~ ~"Come, come, my dear uncle! You are pleased to
 6     I| bagatelle to you."~ ~"Well, my dear Mr. Nephew, I much regret
 7     I|      Put a warm brick under my dear uncle's feet! Watch over
 8     I|      Adieu, cher oncle! adieu, dear Jock bácsi! My respects
 9    II|        but was extraordinarily dear, for which reason many a
10    II|        s the news in Paris, my dear money monarch? I don't want
11    II|        go into mourning for my dear departed three hundred thousand
12    II|       bluntly the decease of a dear relative!"~ ~"Go on, by
13   III|      we are home again in poor dear Hungary.~ ~It is the red
14   III|      out of the pockets of our dear father, the noble John Kárpáthy,
15   III|      there you might even hear dear, thoughtful mammas making
16    IV|      Won't you take a seat, my dear kinswoman? Oh, what a pleasure
17    IV|    quietly and frankly -~ ~"My dear friend, never quarrel with
18    VI|          Then listen to me, my dear Mr. Alexander Barna." He
19   VII|     else but the fiskal.~ ~"My dear younger brother," old Kárpáthy
20   VII|    many pretty fellows?"~ ~"My dear father - - " stammered the
21   VII|      Oh, so thou dost want thy dear father to choose for thee,
22   VII|         a birthday gift to his dear uncle, with the hearty wish
23  VIII|         Just tell that to your dear nephew!"~ ~"Pardon me, my
24  VIII|        of life now."~ ~"Ah, my dear guardian, this is only a
25    IX|     matter.~ ~"Oh, sir! oh, my dear sir! most worthy, honourable,
26    IX|       the Danube after my poor dear husband? But, sir, a mother'
27    IX|      you, sir!' said I. Ah, my dear sweet girl, beware when
28    IX|    again.~ ~"Wait a moment, my dear uncle," said Fanny; "I want
29    IX|       read these words -~ ~"My dear Aunt,~ ~"I know everything.
30    IX|        unusual for him -~ ~"My dear young lady, so help me God,
31    IX|      smile in the world.~ ~"My dear wife, this is my dear little
32    IX|       My dear wife, this is my dear little brother Béla Kárpáthy.
33    IX|      brother Béla Kárpáthy. My dear little brother, I recommend
34    IX|        brother, I recommend my dear wife to your kinsmanlike
35     X|       sprang again.~ ~"Nay, my dear Mr. Varga, do sit down,
36     X|        have you brought me, my dear, good Mr. Varga?" asked
37     X|       she might look upon as a dear mother - not another Mrs.
38     X|      another Mrs. Meyer, but a dear ideal mother such as all
39     X|        upon the steward.~ ~"My dear Mr. Varga, pardon me if
40     X|     yourself for the moment my dear father, about to give to
41     X|   encouragement.[Pg 247]~ ~"My dear friend, look upon yourself
42     X|       must ask your pardon, my dear neighbour," began Dame Marion,
43     X|       happy!~ ~"Come, come, my dear Fanny!" said Flora at last,
44     X|   charmed. I hope, however, my dear niece, that you will permit
45     X|        his jealousy. Adieu, my dear neighbour, chère voisine!
46    XI|    amiable man.'"~ ~"Here is a dear silly, Count Gregory Erdey.
47    XI|   Erdey," Fanny noted down, "a dear silly."~ ~"Let us proceed.
48  XIII|       the modest wishes of his dear sick little wife, and happy
49    XV|        an angry grimace.~ ~"My dear friend," said he, "you ask
50    XV|      his dressing.~ ~"Well, my dear friend," he resumed after
51    XV|       pulled a wry face.~ ~"My dear friend, I know not why you
52   XVI|        offer, and promised her dear mother, worthy Mrs. Meyer,
53   XVI|        was very amiable of the dear wife to allow herself to
54   XVI|        ever. Well, good night, dear Rudolf. If you want to go
55   XVI|     head of his consort.~ ~"My dear Flora, you are a child;
56  XVII|       his ear -~ ~"And now, my dear Rudolf, God be with you!
57  XVII|       he's the husband of your dear friend, is he not? Why do
58 XVIII|       just come from nunky, my dear?"~ ~"Ah, that's another
59 XVIII|         And what, pray, is the dear old gentleman up to now?"~ ~"
60   XIX|     pallor of death around her dear lips, with the refracted
61   XIX|        face.~ ~"My husband, my dear husband!" she said, casting
62    XX|        to the tomb of the dead dear one whom he worshipped both
63    XX|      to do."~ ~The name of the dear departed was inscribed on
64   XXI|        him. He knew why.~ ~"My dear friends and good neighbours,"
65   XXI|       All those chants were so dear to me."~ ~"Oh, sir," said