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Mravucsán, we shall be at home by dinner-time!" "And supposing something happens to prevent it? You never can know." And off she went to her storeroom, while the mayor tried to persuade them to stay at least an hour longer; but it was of no use, the travellers had made up their minds to start; not even the possibility of seeing Klempa wake up would induce them to change their plans.
"Of course," and the mayor ran to open it. "Button up your coat, Wladin!" A fresh spring air entered by the window, and a slight breeze put out both the candles. "Kisses allowed," called out Klempa. A branch of lilac was just outside the window, and spread its delicious perfume through the room, decidedly more pleasant than the fumes of tobacco smoke which had filled it a minute before.
Klempa is still asleep with his beard sealed to the table." "A nice sort of thing for grown-up folks to do!" remarked Mrs. Mravucsán. Gyuri shook hands with them all, and Veronica got up and made a deep courtesy. "Good-morning, early riser," she said. "Why are you staring at me so?" "I don't know how it is," stammered Gyuri, gazing at the girl's beautiful face, "but you seem to me to have grown."
The Senators, the butcher, and the clergyman played, the lawyer's clerk dealt, and Klempa looked on, having no money to lose, and went from one player to the other, looking over their shoulders, and giving them advice what to play. But one after the other sent him away, declaring he brought them bad luck, which rather depressed him.
Madame Krisbay, startled by the sudden darkness, gave vent to a little scream, and Klempa seized the opportunity to exclaim: "I assure you it was not I!" There was a general confusion in the darkness, but Mrs. Szliminszky, wanting to prove she was above being troubled by such trifles, quietly continued her conversation with Gyuri. "It is a pretty little legend, Mr. Wibra.
While the two ladies were occupied with these trifles, and Klempa with his beard sealed to the table slept the sleep of the just, Gyuri had also retired to his bed, but found it impossible to sleep. It was not from indigestion, for Mrs. Mravucsán's excellent supper had not disagreed with him; it was his brain which was hard at work, going over all the incidents that had taken place that day.
She had the Lutheran clergyman, Sámuel Rafanidesz, on her right, and the schoolmaster, Teofil Klempa, on her left, and to them was deputed the task of entertaining the unfortunate foreigner. Their invitations had been put in this form: "You must come, for there is to be a German lady at supper, whom you are to entertain."
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