"I should think it does indeed. They keep it as a relic in the church of Glogova."
"Thank God!"
He drew a deep breath, as though a great weight had fallen from him.
"Found!" he murmured. He thought he would have fallen from his chair in his joy.
"And to whom does it belong? To the Church?" asked Gyuri.
"It may be yours once," said Mrs. Szliminszky. "It will be Veronica's when she marries; the priest of Glogova told me so himself. 'It will belong to my sister,' he said, 'unless she makes a present of it to the Church when she marries.'"
"Oh, no," said the lawyer, shaking his head. "At least, I mean ... What am I saying? What were we speaking about? It is fearfully warm, I'm stifling. Please, Mr. Mravucsán, could we have the window open?"
"Of course," and the mayor ran to open it.
"Button up your coat, Wladin!"
A fresh spring air entered by the window, and a slight breeze put out both the candles.