The old gentleman smiled. "But you are not my son."

"But might I not be?"

"Hm! nephew, you are certainly a fine, good-hearted lad, but they say

you are very extravagant."

"Well, perhaps they are right; but had I not been so hitherto, I might

have been hereafter."

"But how can I be sure that you will not be hereafter what you have

been hitherto?"

"Please, dear uncle, give me a year's trial. If within that time you

should hear anything against me, never admit me into your house again;

if, however, I can prove that I have resolution to keep my word"--

"Then I will never let you leave my house again," said Uncle Gabor,

shaking his hand.

* * * * *

Karely kept his word. A year had passed by, and daring all that time

no temptation could prevail on him to diverge in the slightest degree

from the resolution he had formed; and though he attended the county

meetings as usual, he had not once been seen to gamble; and after a

great dinner, he was sure to be the only sober one of the party.

Meanwhile, he put his estate in order, and employed his leisure hours

in studying languages. In the course of a year, he was looked upon as

the most regular, as well as the most accomplished man in the

district. He continues to be so still. He married Lina, whom he loves

sincerely and faithfully; and seven years have not disturbed their

family peace. Happiness is easily read in a woman's countenance, and

the lapse of years has only beautified Lina's.

Sandor is also happy. He has a handsome wife with plenty of money; and

Aunt Zsuzsi visits them every year, and wears her daughter-in-law's

old-fashioned silk dresses.

Uncle Abris is happy in his own way. He has married Boriska; and is no

longer obliged to pay her wages.

Uncle Lorincz Kassay is happy too. The visits from his relations never

diminish--his house is always full; and among the many suitors for his

pretty daughter's hand, "little Peterke," now a handsome youth, is not

the _least_ in favour.

Kalman alone is unhappy. Dissatisfied with the world, misunderstood by

everybody, his hopeful genius has turned to misanthropy. Gentle

reader, if you ever read bad verses, think of him with pity!

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