At this a desire for rivalry seized hold of Veronica.
"You should see my collection," she said. "I have all kinds. Tigers, Admirals, Apollos; only, it is such a pity, my Apollo has lost one of its wings."
"Have you a Hebe?"
"Oh, yes, it is nearly as big as the palm of my hand."
"And how big is that? Let me see it."
Veronica spread out her hand on the table; it was not so very big after all, but fine and pink as a roseleaf. Gyuri took a match and began to measure it, and in doing so, accidentally touched her hand with his finger, upon which she hastily drew it away and blushed furiously.
"It is very hot," she said, putting up her hand to her hot face, as though she had drawn it away for that purpose.
"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.