John Galsworthy

“ Margit, whose pretty mouth was all smiles, cried, "Lieber Gott! is it not good—life?" It was not a question Swithin could undertake to answer. The band began to play a waltz. "Now they will dance. Lieber Gott! and are the lights not wonderful?" Lamps were flickering beneath the trees like a swarm of fireflies. There was a hum as from a gigantic beehive. Passers-by lifted their faces, then vanished into the crowd; Rozsi stood gazing at them spellbound, as if their very going and coming were a delight.
The space was soon full of whirling couples. Rozsi's head began to beat time. "O Margit!" ”

“ Unfortunately Boleskey had recognised him. He seemed violently excited. "Where—where are my daughters?" he began.
Swithin brushed past, but Boleskey caught his arm. "Listen—brother!" he said; "news of my country! ”