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Then he gave the lawyer a sealed packet. "In that you will find my will," he said. "I sent for you in order to give it you." He rubbed his hands and smiled. "There will be some surprises in that." "Why are you in such a hurry with it? There is plenty of time," said Sztolarik, taking the packet. Gregorics smiled. "I know more about that than you, Sztolarik.
Sztolarik was impressed by the apparent sincerity of Gyuri's sorrow. "That's quite another thing," he said. "If that is how you feel I will stay here with you. Let us go and look for the girl ourselves, and find out what she thinks on the subject." When they went out, they found great confusion reigning in the courtyard, but Mrs. Adamecz was loudest in her lamentations.
Whereupon he went to Gáspár and said: "Well, you may have 'Lebanon' for 40,000 florins." Gáspár shook his head and answered: "I'm not quite mad yet." And now the auction began again, but this time it went backward, until at last, with the greatest difficulty, Sztolarik got 15,000 florins out of them. They bought it together, and both signed their names to the deeds.
"Nothing has taken place between us," he said coldly. "Then, Hanka, run across to the new house and look in the apiary. Please excuse her, gentlemen, she is such a child still, and follows her own whims. She is probably chasing a butterfly. Take some more wine, Mr. Sztolarik."
"Well, use your spurs." "So I would, but there are no spurs on sandals!" The horse was a wretched one, but all the same, next day they heard a carriage stop at the door, and who should get out but Sztolarik himself. Great man though he was, no one was glad to see him except the priest. Veronica felt frightened. She hardly knew why, but it seemed as though a breath of cold air had entered with him.
I can prove it in a court of justice if necessary. I have witnesses. There are Mr. Sztolarik, Mrs. Müncz and her sons, the whole town of Besztercebánya." Then he laughed bitterly. "And yet, what am I thinking of? I can't prove it, for, after all, the umbrella does not belong to me, but to the Müncz family, for the old man bought it. So only that which is in the handle belongs to me.
"You had better order your carriage, too," said Sztolarik, breaking the silence at last. "We could leave at the same time." Gyuri murmured some unintelligible answer, and shook his head. "But you will have to leave soon, for our part here is played out." "I tell you it is impossible." "Why?" "Don't you see that Veronica is lost?" "What does that matter to you? The umbrella handle is lost too."
"But never mind, Fate intended it to be so. For the future you will not, at all events, run after a shadow, you will be yourself again, and that is worth a good deal, after all." But it was of no use Sztolarik preaching about the uselessness of worldly goods, for those worldly goods are very pleasant to have.
He was trying to reassure himself, not his guests, as he sat there listening to every sound, paying scant attention to the conversation, and giving many wrong answers. Sztolarik asked if the bad weather this year had made much difference to the harvest. "One or two," answered the priest. "Have you any other brothers or sisters?" "I don't know."
Gyuri was surprised too, for Sztolarik hated to leave his home. "Have you brought them?" he asked. "Yes." Veronica drew a breath of relief, for Gyuri had mentioned that he expected the engagement rings from Besztercebánya. "Give them to me," he said. "Later on," answered the old lawyer. "First of all I must speak to you." He must speak to him first?
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