"And you believe it?"
"It may be."
"He is always saying that" (angrily), "and yet the fortune goes on increasing."
"With God's help," sighed father.
There was silence for a while.
"Do you know what he is doing now?" asked father, who had scarcely left the house for a year.
"What should he? He trades in flax and eggs; he has a public-house."
"And she?"
"Sick, poor thing."
"A pity; she was a good woman."