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"Yes, the room has got quite hot," broke in Mrs. Szliminszky. "Unbutton your coat, Wladin!" Wladin heaved a sigh of relief, and undid his coat. Veronica returned to the subject of the butterflies. "I think butterfly catching must be the same to me as hunting is to a man." "I am very fond of butterflies," answered Gyuri, "because they only love once." "Oh, I have another reason for liking them."
Veronica, to whom the mayor's wife had been showing the embroidered table-cloth, calling her attention to the fineness of the linen, now caught a few words of the conversation. "Are you speaking of our umbrella?" she asked amiably, leaning toward them. Gyuri and Mrs. Szliminszky started. "Yes, my dear," answered the latter, slightly confused. Gyuri smiled mischievously.
Wladimir Szliminszky, came to the rescue with this explanation: "You see, my dear, the stork which brings the children generally lets one know beforehand, and the knocking over a glass is one of the signs it gives." Veronica thought for a bit, and then shook her head unbelievingly. "But I saw the gentleman knock the glass over himself," she objected. To this Mrs.
"A christening, another christening!" called out every one. "My best wishes," said Mr. Rafanidesz, turning to Mrs. Szliminszky, who blushed becomingly and told him not to talk nonsense. But the young lawyer would not let her continue the conversation; he drew his chair nearer to hers, and said: "Please go on."
Gyuri thought at first on hearing Wladin's peculiar speech that the good man had gone mad, and now seeing every one following his example, was more surprised than ever, and a strange feeling crept over him. "What miracle is it your husband is referring to?" he asked, turning to Mrs. Szliminszky. That good lady looked at him surprised. "What! Don't you know the story? Why, it is impossible.
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