"Whose house is that?" asked Gyuri, turning round.
"The owner is on the box-seat beside you."
"Really? Is it yours, Veronica?"
She nodded her head.
"There is a small farm belonging to it," said Father János modestly.
"Well, we won't take it with us, but leave it here for your brother, shall we, Veronica?"
Then he turned to the priest again, saying:
"Veronica has a fortune worthy of a countess, but neither you nor she knows of it."
Both the priest and Veronica were so surprised at this announcement, that they did not notice they were in front of the Presbytery, and Gyuri would have driven on if Vistula, the old watch-dog, had not rushed out barking with joy; and old Widow Adamecz called out, with the tears rolling down her face:
"Holy Mary! you have heard the prayers of your servant!"