"Very well, Prepelicza, you needn't be so cross. If your honor is so dear, I'll look for cheaper."
And with that he put back the two bank-notes in his pocket.
"I'll look up your companion, the other mason."
Then he called the head waiter, in order to pay for the wine. Prepelicza smiled.
"Well, well, can't a poor man give his opinion? Of course you can look up the other man, and he won't be as honest as I, probably. But ... well, put another fifty to it, and I'll tell you all."
"Very well. It's a bargain!"
And the mason began to relate the events of that memorable night, and how they had carried the caldron through the courtyard and garden to a small house.
"To the 'Lebanon'!" exclaimed Gáspár excitedly. "To that boy's house!"
And the mason went on to tell how Gregorics had stood by while they had walled in the caldron, and watched every movement, Gáspár throwing in a question now and then.