"I don't know yet. Here, my good girl, are the ladies up?"
"They are breakfasting in the garden," answered the maid he had accosted. "Please walk this way."
"Well, then, you may harness, János."
Gyuri found the ladies seated round a stone table under a large walnut-tree. They had finished breakfast, only madame was still nibbling a bit of toast. He was received with ironical smiles, and Veronica called out:
"Here comes the early riser!"
"That title belongs to me," said Mravucsán, "for I have not been to bed at all. We played cards till daybreak. Klempa is still asleep with his beard sealed to the table."
"A nice sort of thing for grown-up folks to do!" remarked Mrs. Mravucsán.
Gyuri shook hands with them all, and Veronica got up and made a deep courtesy.
"Good-morning, early riser," she said. "Why are you staring at me so?"
"I don't know how it is," stammered Gyuri, gazing at the girl's beautiful face, "but you seem to me to have grown."