Chapter

 1   VII|     between the Nabob and his steward, Mr. Peter Varga, who was
 2   VII|    perceiving the approaching steward, leaned forward in his armchair,
 3   VII|      pardon," said the worthy steward, drawing his hands away, "
 4   VII|       indeed, his honour, the steward, and the heyduke made up
 5   VII| Opposite him stood the worthy steward, with the old-fashioned,
 6   VII|       year.~ ~When the worthy steward had withdrawn, the Nabob
 7   VII| dismounted from his horse the steward of the Pukkancs estate,
 8   VII|      the great disgust of the steward, he did not even doff his
 9   VII|    second he replied that the steward of the estate had given
10     X|   hands of old Mr. Varga, the steward. This particular piece of
11     X|    honour," stammered the old steward, very circumspectly letting
12     X|       inquiring look upon the steward.~ ~"My dear Mr. Varga, pardon
13   XXI|       third good friend is my steward, Peter Varga."~ ~"Oh, sir!"