CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTThat was the beginning of a very strange week, during which I saw Lajos every day. In a kind of desperate dream where I had forgotten the troubles of the past and the future, I existed only for the time I spent with him.
Once, I met him in the street by accident and went with him to the Pilvax. On other evenings, I went to the coffee-house with Mattias and encountered him there. Then, Julia Petöfi invited me for tea once, and of course he was there. And once, he simply sent a servant to tell me he was waiting for me, and we drove out of the city to Rákos in the cool, autumn sunshine.
All of this was, needless to say, indiscreet in the extreme. To Lajos’s radical friends, my name very quickly and easily became coupled with his, so it was inevitable that such talk shoul
