"She was crying."
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Gyuri despairingly.
"We will look for her," Sztolarik assured him.
"Where?"
"Out in the meadows or in the village, for it is certain she must be somewhere about, and we shall soon know where."
"That will not be so easy," sighed Gyuri, "for we have no glass to show us things, as they have in fairy-tales."
"I'll have the whole village round us in a few minutes."
Gyuri shook his head doubtfully. Had Sztolarik gone mad to think he could call all the people together from the fields, from the woods, from everywhere round about? But the old lawyer was as good as his word. Veronica must be found at any cost.
"Where is his reverence?" he asked of the bystanders.
"He has gone to the pond where the hemp is soaked, to see if the young lady has fallen in there."