Suddenly, she made up her mind what to do, left her seat, rushed over to the bar where the landlady of the tavern presided, seized a lemon, which she tore open, and shed its juice into a glass, then she filled this glass with pure water, and carrying it across to him:
"Drink this!"
"Why?"
"To make it pass for wine. I will talk to you afterwards."
He drank it without further protest, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then observed:
"That's all right. I am listening to you."
"You will promise not to tell him you have seen me, or from whom you learned what I am going to tell you. You must swear not to do so."
He raised his hand.
"All right. I swear I will not."
"Before God?"