Filcsik sighed. Probably this was the first occasion in all his life that he had done so.
"You refuse to come? You discard your only child?"
"Yes, sir, if you please!"
"You! the outcast of society?"
"Well, sir, that is not impossible, such a plain common old bootmaker like myself is capable of doing anything."
The honorable young Justice now began to use sweet words of persuasion and promise, but they all rebounded from the marble heart just as did the threatening words.
"Why don't your grace," he said, "have me arrested and put me in irons? Then I will have to go along wherever you may wish to take me."
After all, the mighty judge who ruled over all the county, was compelled to return without the bootmaker.
But the judge had not in vain a hoary veteran Michael Suska, for his body servant, who concocted a shrewd plan to attain the end desired.
"Gracious Sir! I know this man Filcsik. He would run after us just as a little pig will run after a sack from which corn is dropping, if—"