"No, but you frighten me," and her lovely oval face expressed disappointment.
"I will believe anything you like, only don't be afraid of me."
"It would be a shame not to believe it," struck in Mrs. Szliminszky, "for it is a fact—there is plenty to prove it. If you don't believe that, you don't believe anything. Either the miracles in the Bible are true, and if so, this is true too, or ..."
But she could not finish her sentence, for at that moment Madame Krisbay rose from the table, saying she was tired, and would like to retire to her room, and Mrs. Mravucsán led her and Veronica to two small rooms opening on to the courtyard. In the doorway Gyuri bowed to Veronica, who returned it with a slight nod.
"Shall we start early in the morning?" he asked.
She bowed with mock humility.
"As you like, Mr. Thomas," she said.
Gyuri understood the reference, and answered in the same strain:
"It depends upon how long the saints sleep."