ertheless can hide—must hide! I could have told you all on the night that we talked, as we crossed the Lánczhid. No, that is not true! I could not then. But I can now. For I may never see you again. You talk of our 'knowing' each other! I wish you to know me. And I could never write you this, never! Will you hear me, Imre?—patiently?"
"I will hear you patiently—yes, Oswald—if you think it best to tell me. Of that pray think, carefully."
"It is best! I am tired of thinking of it. It is time you knew."
"And I am really concerned in it?"
"You are immediately concerned. That is to say, before it ends. You will see how"
"Then you would better go on... of course."
He consented thus, in the constrained but decided tone which I have indicated as so often recurring during the evening, adding "I am ready, Oswald."
"From the time when I was a lad, Imre... a little child... I felt myself unlike other
