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Not a sound was to be heard in the storeroom but the dripping of the fat from a side of bacon hanging from the rafters, and which the great heat there was causing it to melt. Some of it even fell on her pretty dress, but what did she care for that just then? "So you have found out all about the umbrella," she heard Sztolarik say, "but have you seen it yet?" "Why should I?" asked Gyuri.
But the question is, would you in other circumstances have asked her to marry you? Answer frankly!" "I should never have thought of such a thing." A sob was heard in the next room, and then a noise as though some pieces of furniture had been thrown down. Sztolarik listened for a few moments, and then, pointing to the wall, asked: "Do you know what is on the other side?"
He decided to send István Drotler, the civil engineer, to have a look at the place, and see if it contained gold or coal. But before he had time to start for the engineer's, Gáspár Gregorics appeared on the scene, to ask if there were any letter from Pest. Sztolarik was in difficulties. "The letter is here, yes, the letter is here; but something else has happened.
The young man told Sztolarik the whole story, openly and frankly, adding that the receipt for the money, which was probably deposited in some foreign bank, was all but found, for it was most certainly in the handle of the red umbrella, and that had in all probability been bought by an old Jew of the name of Jónás Müncz.
What fortune? But this much she had begun to understand, that she was only the means to some end. "Well, well," began Sztolarik again after a short pause, "the affair seems to be pretty entangled at present, but there is still worse to come." "What more can come?" asked Gyuri in an uncertain voice. "Don't do anything at present. Let us find out first of all whether you love the girl."
Hardly had the man gone, when the expected letter arrived, containing the news that Gyuri agreed to the sale of the orchard, and Sztolarik was just going to send one of his clerks to Gáspár, when the door opened, and in walked Boldizsár Gregorics, puffing and blowing from the haste he had made. "Pray take a seat, Mr. Gregorics. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
Sztolarik, who had often been to Glogova since he had been made President of the Courts. So off ran Pál Kvapka, and in a few minutes the big fire-bell was tolling. There was no wind, and the sound was carried for miles around over the meadows, into the woods, over the mountains, and soon the people came running up from every side.
There was nothing surprising in that except, perhaps, the fact that Prepelicza was not such a fool as he looked. "Oh, the wretch!" Gáspár kept on saying. "But he shall not have it, I will buy it. I'll give you 25,000 florins for it." Sztolarik smiled and rubbed his hands. "It will belong to the one who gives most for it.
"Shall I send for a doctor?" "No." In the evening he sent for his lawyer, János Sztolarik. He was quite lively when he came, made him sit down, and sent for another bottle of Tokay. "The February vintage, Anna," he called after her. The wine had been left him by his father, and dated from the year when there had been two vintages in Tokay in twelve months, one in February, and one in October.
The bell-ringer still went on tolling the bell, so Sztolarik called up to him: "Stop tolling, you fool, can't you? Show us which way the Srankós' maize-field lies." The bell-ringer pointed to the right. "You run on in front, Gyuri, and try and get out of her what is the matter with her."
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