"Well! Thou wilt not go bareheaded--"
"How could I?"
"Where is it?"
"But suppose it remained at Belchantska?"
"There are thy love tricks, old woman! What wilt thou do?"
"What shall I do? I might get a cap from my man, but I could not go in the cap of a peasant."
"Thou canst not go in a peasant's cap, but send thy man to Belchantska."
"I would not for anything."
The priest was becoming impatient.
"Plague take it! War, glory, the wide world--these are all waiting for the man, but his cap is gone!"