“I have heard about you,” Vida said in her soft voice, “from my relatives, the Rákŏczis.”
The Countess gave a cry of delight.
“You are a relative of the Rákŏczis? That is delightful! They are very old friends of my husband’s and mine, but alas, as we live so far apart, we very seldom see them these days. I suspect also the younger members of the family find us rather old and dull!”
“I am not a very near relation,” Vida said quickly in case they should expect her to know more about them than she did, “but I am very proud of my Hungarian blood.”
“Of course you are, my dear,” the Countess said, as if it would be impossible for anyone to feel anything different.
Vida was given a delightful bedroom overlooking the garden and Margit said when they were alone,
“You’ll be very comfortable he
