Baroness Orczy

“ András, proudly carrying the precious burden, tries to thank them all for their welcome. He is longing to be home again, in the small, lonely house, by the plain, where the proud descendant of a hundred chieftains, awaits her peasant lord, with a smile of infinite love.
And, when he comes home, and places the tiny bundle close to her, when he kneels beside her and folds her tenderly in his arms, when, through a mist of happy tears his eyes tell her, more clearly than words: “I love you, Ilonka!” ”

“ Every one talks at once, every one wants to see the son of András, their own András, and of the gentle lady, who has been their good angel through sad times, and who has brought the happy laugh to András’ throat once more, and caused his cheering voice to be heard again, from one end of the village to the other. ”

“ There is eager expectancy, on the faces of all, when, hark! a tiny cry proceeds from the vestry beyond. This is answered by a vociferous shout of “Long live!” as the door of the church opens, and there appears, beneath the porch, my lord Bideskúty Gyuri, in all the gorgeousness of his national attire, carrying in his arms, somewhat nervously, a tiny bundle, all encased, in lace and fine linen. Behind him, Kemény András' kindly face, beaming with happiness and pride, smiles radiantly, at the crowd of peasants, who have shouted themselves hoarse with “Eljen, our András! ”