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"Yes, yes. He left 2000 florins to nine ladies in Besztercebánya." "I remember, but I don't think he was ..." "Yes ... no ... of course not ... I mean ..." and here he stopped in confusion. "I am Gyuri Wibra, lawyer." Now it was Mrs. Müncz's turn to be confused. "Of course, sir, I understand. How stupid of me!
The honest tanner laughed at his own wit, which had put him into such a good humor, that he again took five florins off the price. But Móricz was not yet satisfied, for he still gazed at the cow, as though trying to find more faults in her. And just at that moment Gyuri Wibra called out: "Mr. Müncz, I should like to have a word with you."
Well, perhaps it was true. The other members of the Gregorics family looked with little favor on the small boy in the Gregorics's household, and never rested till they had looked through all the baptismal registers they could lay hands on. At last they came upon the entry they wanted, "György Wibra, illegitimate; mother, Anna Wibra."
It now occurred to Gyuri that she was offering him the reward, so he thought it time to make known his name. "I am Dr. Wibra," he said, "from Besztercebánya." "Oh, how lucky!" exclaimed the girl, clapping her hands gleefully. "We are just in want of a doctor for poor madame." This little misunderstanding was just what was wanted. Gyuri smiled.
Gyuri Wibra had hurried home, nervous and excited, and was now marching up and down his office, his heart beating wildly with joy. "I have the treasure at last!" he kept on repeating to himself, "at least, I should have it if I had the umbrella. But where is it?" He could neither eat, nor drink, nor sleep till he had settled it.
"Yes," answered the lawyer shortly. "Did it prick you?" "It informed me of a very unpleasant fact." "What was it?" "It whispered the continuation of my last night's dream to me." "What a little chatterbox!" She turned her big eyes upon Gyuri and spoke in a jesting tone. "I should have had a refusal!" Veronica threw back her head, and turned her eyes toward heaven. "Poor Mr. Wibra!" she exclaimed.
When he wrote out miserable little bills for ten or fifteen florins, these words seemed to dance before him on the paper: "Lay down your pen, Gyuri Wibra, you have treasures enough already, heaven only knows how much. Your father saved it up for you, so you have a right to it. You are a rich man, Gyuri, and not a poor lawyer. Throw away those deeds and look for your treasure.
"Oh, dear heart alive!" she said, "there's no danger with me. Well, my dear, please go up." Gyuri Wibra searched about among the rubbish on the loft for quite half an hour, during which time the old woman came twice to the foot of the ladder to see if he were coming down. She was anxious about the fifty florins. "Well?" she asked, as he appeared at last empty-handed.
Poor Gyuri fell back a few steps. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "why did you do it? Why?" "Do not try to deceive me any longer, Mr. Wibra. You should not put a ring on my finger, but on the umbrella, for that is what you really want to marry." Gyuri began to understand what had taken place. "Good heavens! You listened to our conversation!" "Yes, I know all!" said Veronica, blushing slightly.
"I am very sorry, my dear young lady; I am not a doctor of medicine, but a doctor of law." The young girl looked disappointed at this announcement, and blushed a little at her mistake; but Mravucsán was quite excited. "What's that I hear? You are young Wibra, the noted lawyer? Well, that is nice! Who would have thought it? Now I understand.
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