He was completely staggered. The shame, the exasperation, the deception of it all, and this persistent persecution--how powerless he was against them! His very senses seemed deserting him. So distracted was he in his bewilderment, that when he reached the end of the passage, instead of going straight out, he took the flight of steps which led down to the cells. Through the prison doors came the sound of merriment. Even the criminals were mocking him. And that was likely enough, seeing that the two women who had impersonated his wives, had been requisitioned from the ranks of the prisoners. For three days did Ráby remain in hiding at his inn, not daring to show his face. He fancied all Pesth and Buda were making merry over his fall. Only on the evening of the third day did he venture to set out for home. And even then he muffled himself up in his mantle so that he might pass unrecognised. But as soon as he reached the open country, the fresh air exhilarated his drooping spirits and he saw things in a different light. It was certainly very impolitic to betray his vexation, for in this case he was sure to get the worst of it. It would be far wiser to disguise his real feelings. The first person he sought out was his uncle. "Remember, my boy, it's just what I told you. Didn't I say that if you would insist on marrying Fruzsinka you would have wife enough. And, sure enough, here you have three! And by the time you have done, it may be a great many more." "How do you mean, uncle?" "Why, as soon as the news spreads that the marriage certificates of these women were forged, other 'wives' will be turning up from all parts, and a nice dance they will lead you." Ráby, in spite of his real misery, could not forbear a grim smile. "Where did you say the two marriage articles came from, eh?" "One was from Szent-Pál, the other from Belovacz." "So that's it, is it? Well, Szent-Pál was utterly destroyed by the insurrection of Hora-Kloska three years ago, and Belovacz is a haunt of freebooters. In neither place is there priest or sexton, church or register, as I happen to know, so seek all your life long, you'll never find proof of the forgery." "Now I see why the witnesses came from so far afield; it was manifestly a part of the plot." "By the way," said his uncle, "you'll want some one to look after your house, for in your absence your maid Böske has been locked up." "Whatever do you mean?" demanded Ráby indignantly. "My servant locked up! why what is the meaning of it?" "H'm, it was by order of the municipality." "And pray what for?" "That, no one can say. I only knew through the neighbours coming round to tell me that I ought to send my servant over, for your cows were standing at the gate, and that there was no one to let them in, seeing that poor Böske had been marched off between two officers to the police-station." "The deuce she has!" cried Ráby, and he seized his sword. "But I won't stand that!"