"Perhaps the linen was particularly fine?"
"Rubbish! Is there any linen in the world worth one hundred florins? It was plain red linen, and even that was torn and ragged."
"Then you have not told us the tale properly."
"I've told you the whole truth."
Kupeczky remarked to Gyuri:
"I would not mind betting the old gentleman has a tile loose."
"A strange man, but a good one," answered Gyuri. "Who knows what memories are attached to that umbrella!"
CHAPTER III.
PÁL GREGORICS'S DEATH AND WILL.
No signification was attached to the above-mentioned incident till years after, when every one had forgotten all about it, Gyuri included. As for Kupeczky, he could not remember it, for as soon as the news came from Besztercebánya that old Gregorics was dead, he took to his bed and never rose from it again.