"Just so; for five florins you might see something better."
"Well, it is very simple after all. My father had a very old umbrella, to which he was much attached, and I heard that it had come by chance into your husband's hands, and I should very much like to have it as a souvenir."
"And who was your father, sir? Perhaps I may have heard of him."
The lawyer blushed a little.
"Pál Gregorics," he said.
"Ah, Gregorics! Wait a bit! Yes, I remember, the funny little man in whose will ..."
"Yes, yes. He left 2000 florins to nine ladies in Besztercebánya."
—"I remember, but I don't think he was ..."
"Yes ... no ... of course not ... I mean ..." and here he stopped in confusion. "I am Gyuri Wibra, lawyer."
Now it was Mrs. Müncz's turn to be confused.