CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXFor perhaps two days after this meeting, there was panic in the city, but when it became apparent that no one, even Petöfi, seriously intended redistributing property, it died away, leaving only an uneasy memory in many minds — and a severe rift in the radical camp. According to Mattias, Petöfi had grown distinctly cool towards Lajos, while Vasvári wouldn’t so much as speak to him. Even then I thought it a bad omen for the revolution. But then real disaster struck.
Coming downstairs for breakfast one morning, I found György the porter endeavouring to prevent an early morning caller from gaining admittance. Since I was sure György knew his job better than I did, I at first paid no attention to the incident, merely casting a cursory glance as I crossed the hall. However, t
