"Never mind, she won't hurt you."
"But she always watches me," answered Veronica.
She put her candle out, and began to undress in the dark, but that tiresome cat walked into the middle of the room again, and her eyes shone more than ever.
"Wait a bit, you curious little thing," said Veronica. "I'll get the best of you yet."
She made a barricade of chairs, then got inside it, as though she were in a fortress, and began to undo her boots. Do you think that barricade made any impression on the kitten? Not a bit of it. There she was again, on the top of the chairs, from there one jump took her on to the washing-stand, and another on to Veronica's bed. There she was seized upon and a shawl bound round her head.
"Now, kitty, stare at me if you can!"
And after that she managed to undress in peace.
CHAPTER II.
NIGHT BRINGS COUNSEL.
While the two ladies were occupied with these trifles, and Klempa with his beard sealed to the table slept the sleep of the just, Gyuri had also retired to his bed, but found it impossible to sleep. It was not from indigestion, for Mrs. Mravucsán's excellent supper had not disagreed with him; it was his brain which was hard at work, going over all the incidents that had taken place that day. He seemed to have lived through years in the last few hours. What an age it seemed since he had looked for the umbrella in Mrs. Müncz's shop! And it was found quite unexpectedly. God had given it into the charge of an angel.