The girl said that she would not like to meet those fellows among the mountains.
'Suppose you were among the mountains, and those fellows came up with you; wouldn't you clap your hands to see me jumping down right in front of you all?' said Angelo.
'Yes, I should,' she admitted. 'What is one man, though!'
'Something, if he feeds like five. Quick! I must eat. Have you a lover?'
'Yes.'
'Fancy you are waiting on him.'
'He's only a middling lover, signore. He lives at Cles, over Val Pejo, in Val di Non, a long way, and courts me twice a year, when he comes over to do carpentering. He cuts very pretty Madonnas. He is a German.'
'Ha! you kneel to the Madonna, and give your lips to a German? Go.'
'But I don't like him much, signore; it's my father who wishes me to have him; he can make money.'
Angelo motioned to her to be gone, saying to himself, 'That father of hers would betray the Saints for a handful of florins.'