"Don't do anything at present. Let us find out first of all whether you love the girl."
Poor little Veronica was trembling like a leaf in her hiding-place. She shut her eyes like a criminal before his execution, with a sort of undefined feeling that the blow would be less painful so. What would he answer?
"I think I love her," answered Gyuri, again in that uncertain voice. "She is so pretty, don't you think so?"
"Of course. But the question is, would you in other circumstances have asked her to marry you? Answer frankly!"
"I should never have thought of such a thing."
A sob was heard in the next room, and then a noise as though some pieces of furniture had been thrown down.
Sztolarik listened for a few moments, and then, pointing to the wall, asked:
"Do you know what is on the other side?"
"I think it is the storeroom."
"I thought I heard some one sob."