"Are you joking, sir, or do you mean it?"
"Here are the hundred florins," said Gregorics, taking a bank-note from his pocket-book.
The young man, a fine specimen of a Szeged fisherman, turned to Kupeczky.
"Is the old chap mad?" he asked in his lackadaisical way, while the umbrella quietly floated down the stream.
"Oh dear no," answered Kupeczky, who, however, was himself surprised at Gregorics's strange behavior.
"It's not worth it, domine spectabilis," he added, turning to the old gentleman.
"Quick, quick!" gasped Gregorics.
Another doubt had arisen in the boatman's mind.
"Is the bank-note a real one, sir?" he asked.
"Of course it is. Make haste!"