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Updated: June 18, 2025
I feel sure you were anxious on my account, but now go and see about some dinner for us, for we are dying of hunger." Veronica had become suspicious at the widow's words, and began to storm her brother with questions; then burst out crying and turned her back upon Gyuri, declaring they were hiding something from her.
"Well, there's no help for it now," sighed Gyuri, as he stood on the last rung of the ladder, wondering what he was to do next, and feeling like Marius among the ruins of Carthage, only there were not even ruins to his Carthage; all hopes had returned to the clouds from which they had been taken.
"Perhaps you are right," he said. After a short time Gyuri also asked to be shown to his room. "The magnet has gone!" muttered the lawyer's clerk. Hardly had the door closed when Kukucska, the butcher, exclaimed: "Now we are free!" He took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, thus showing the head of an ox tatooed on his left arm, then winked knowingly at Mravucsán.
"If it would not stay in my hair, and fell into your lap, you may as well keep it." Would it not have stayed in her hair? Was it quite an accident? thought Gyuri, as he smelt the flower. What a pleasant odor it had! Was it from her hair? Now they were driving beside the Brána, the far-famed Brána, which quite shuts this part of the country off from the rest of the world, like an immense gate.
"The hairpins must have fallen out when I jumped out of the carriage. What am I to do?" "Let down the other plait," advised Mravucsán. "That's it, my dear; it is much prettier so, isn't it, Wibra?" "Much prettier," answered Gyuri, casting an admiring glance at the two black, velvety plaits, with a lovely dark bluish tinge on them, which hung nearly down to the edge of her millefleurs skirt.
And after all, there was something mystic and strange in the whole affair, and the umbrella had brought worldly goods to every one, Gyuri included, for it had given him the dearest little wife in the world. They were married very soon and never had such a wedding taken place in Glogova before.
"And you will please place yourself behind Mr. Varna's chair, not behind mine. It is your eyes that are making him uneasy." The attendant was alarmed and lost control of himself for a moment. "Sir!" he exclaimed in an outburst. "My name is Muller, in case you do not know it already, Joseph Muller, detective. Gyuri Kovacz, you will do what I tell you to! I am master here just now.
Gyuri paused a moment at the sound of the drum, listened to the crier's words, and then smiled at the look of excitement on the peasant girls' faces. "I wouldn't give it back if I found it," said one. "I'd have a hairpin made of it," said another. "Heaven grant me luck!" said a third, turning her eyes piously heavenward.
Gyuri glanced distrustfully at this man whom he had met for the first time to-day, but who was no stranger to him for he had already learned the identity of the guest in the rectory. Then he turned his eyes on his master. The latter nodded and said: "Take the gentleman to Varna's room. I will follow shortly." The cell to which they went was the first one at the head of the staircase.
The ladies were alarmed, and Gyuri jumped down from his seat to see the extent of the damage done. It was bad enough, for it had broken off just near the base. "What are we to do now?" exclaimed János. "I said this place was only fit for birds, who neither walk nor drive." "Oh, that is nothing serious," said Gyuri, who at that moment was not to be put out by a shaft, nor by a hundred shafts.
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