Veronica turned her head, and shook her fist playfully at him.
"I will pay you out!" she said.
Gyuri could hardly take his eyes off her, she looked so pretty as she spoke. Let the saints look like that if they could!
Soon after the Szliminszky pair started for home, accompanied by a man carrying a lantern. Mrs. Szliminszky had made Wladin put on a light spring coat, hung a long cloak over his shoulders, tied a big woollen scarf round his neck, and having ordered him only to breathe through his nose, once they were out, she turned to Gyuri again.
"Yes, it is a beautiful legend, it made a great impression on me."
"Poor legends!" returned Gyuri. "If we were to pick some of them to pieces, and take the romance out of them, their saintly odor, their mystery, what strange and simple truths would be left!"
"Well, they must not be picked to pieces, that is all. Wladin, turn up the collar of your coat."
The lawyer thought for a minute.
"Perhaps you are right," he said.
After a short time Gyuri also asked to be shown to his room.