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They swore he was the devil in propria persona, that he did Gyuri Wibra's exercises for him, and that he had a talisman which caused him to know his lessons well. It was easy to be the first in his class at that rate. There were even some silly enough to declare the old gentleman had a cloven foot, if you could only manage to see him with his boots off.
"Yes, he was sorry for it," answered the lawyer, smiling, as he remembered the fable, "but I don't think we can compare this case with that." "I am sure you have no idea to whom the earring belongs?" "Not the slightest. Whose is it?" "It belongs to the sister of the Glogova priest." Gyuri screwed up his mouth doubtfully.
With that she turned, and ran as fast as she could to the part of the meadow in which they had been standing when she threw the ring away. Gyuri could hardly keep up with her. They looked for the ring a long time, but it was not to be found. And soon Father János appeared on the scene. "I say, Gyuri, don't say anything about the umbrella to my brother." "No, my darling, I will never mention it."
"In one night?" "You were quite a little girl yesterday." "You appear to be dazed!" "I certainly am when I look at you." "You seem to be sleepy still. Is this the time of day to get up?" The playful, gentle tone was delightful to Gyuri, and he began to be quite talkative. "I fell asleep for a short time, and if the servant had not woke me, I should be asleep still.
"What?" asked Gyuri, surprised. "Why, etiquette, of course," she said shyly. "Yes, yes," she assured them, seeing they were laughing at her, "it says in the book on etiquette: 'You must not accept the arm of a stranger." "But a carriage is not an arm," burst out Mravucsán. "How could it be? If it were, I should have two carriages myself. My dear child, leave etiquette to look after itself.
So it was rather difficult to find a suitable tree; one was too big, another too small; so Gyuri went on and on in search of one, and got so far that soon the carriage was out of sight, and only Veronica's red sunshade was to be seen in the distance, like a large mushroom. At length his eyes fell on a young birch, which grew near to a small precipice.
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?"
She laid cards for people and earned a lot of money that way. She was very stingy and saved every bit. Somebody saw her counting out her money once, she had it in a big stocking under her bed. People in the village talked about it. That's how Gyuri heard of it." "And so he commanded you to kill Betty and steal her money?" "Yes.
Sitting beside the driver and riding about the wagon were armed peasants. The figure of a man, securely bound, his face distorted by rage and fear, lay in the wagon. It was Gyuri Kovacz, who had murdered by the hands of another, and who was now on his way to meet the death that was his due.
Soon after the Szliminszky pair started for home, accompanied by a man carrying a lantern. Mrs. Szliminszky had made Wladin put on a light spring coat, hung a long cloak over his shoulders, tied a big woollen scarf round his neck, and having ordered him only to breathe through his nose, once they were out, she turned to Gyuri again.
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