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Nay , nay , my young friend , do n't be afraid of me . Do not put yourself out in the least on my account ! God bless you , my boy ! '' `` To-morrow , we 'll plan it all out , I 'll be waiting for you at one o'clock , '' whispered the countess to Szilard , `` now I must go , the cotillion is beginning . '' `` Do n't you dance then ? '' enquired the count of Szilard . `` Nonsense !