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"Utcumque," said Sztolarik, "your offer is a good one. But, but ... well, I'll tell you what, Mr. Gregorics, I'll consider your offer a bit, and I must write to the boy about it too, and also speak to his mother." "But I want to settle it as soon as possible." "I'll write about it to-day."
"Well, serve the dinner," said Father János, for, of course, he could not keep his guests waiting, especially as Sztolarik wanted to return home as soon as possible. So the dishes were brought in one after the other, but still there was no sign of Veronica; and Hanka had returned with the news that no one had seen her. Gyuri sat in his place, pale and quiet. Gyuri looked up surprised.
"I have thought it well over," he went on aloud, "and there is no other way of managing it; I must marry the girl." Sztolarik got up from his chair, and came and stood in front of the young man, fixing his eyes on him. "But supposing you could get at your inheritance without marrying Veronica?" Gyuri could not help smiling.
Sztolarik kept his countenance, and carefully examined the handle of the umbrella, as though he were admiring the work. "Had it always this same handle?" he asked. "Oh dear no, this is of real silver, and very finely chased. The jeweller in Besztercebánya made it, and he is quite an artist. Just look at the style, and what taste is displayed in it.
At this name Boldizsár turned deathly pale, and dropped gasping on to a chair. His lips moved, but no sound came from them, and Sztolarik thought he would have a stroke, and rushed out for some water, calling for help as he went; but when he returned with the cook armed with a rolling-pin and a jug of water, the old gentleman had recovered, and began to excuse himself.
"I've brought you a lot of money," gasped Boldizsár, still out of breath. "We can always do with plenty of that," said the lawyer. "I want to buy that poor orphan's little bit of property, 'Lebanon." "'Lebanon'?" repeated Sztolarik, surprised. "What on earth is the matter with them all?" he muttered to himself; then continued out loud: "Perhaps you want it for your brother?"
Sztolarik now became curious too. "Who is Mrs. Adamecz?" he asked. "My old cook, who just now brought me the keys." Mr. Sztolarik burst out laughing, the walls of the empty church re-echoing with the sound.
After dinner, Gyuri sent a man on horseback with a letter to Mr. Sztolarik in Besztercebánya. "MY DEAR GUARDIAN: "I have great things to communicate to you, but at present can only write the outlines. I have found the umbrella, partly through Mrs. Müncz, partly by chance. At present I am in Glogova, at the priest's house, whose sister Veronica I have asked in marriage.
"You say it would never have occurred to you to marry her. So you had better not hurry with the wedding. Let us first see the umbrella and its contents, and then we shall see what is to be done next." Gyuri went on quietly smoking his cigarette and thought: "Sztolarik is getting old. Fancy making such a fuss about it!"
"Did she look sad?" asked Gyuri. "She was crying." "Oh dear!" exclaimed Gyuri despairingly. "We will look for her," Sztolarik assured him. "Where?" "Out in the meadows or in the village, for it is certain she must be somewhere about, and we shall soon know where." "That will not be so easy," sighed Gyuri, "for we have no glass to show us things, as they have in fairy-tales."
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