"What a croaking, to be sure!"
"Be silent! No nonsense! Do you blame yourself rather than sing your own praises. And in that vision you may hear the man of God cry: 'Felitzata, go you forth and do that which one who shall meet you may request you to perform!' And, having gone forth, you may find the man of God to be the monk whom we have spoken of."
"A-a-ah!" the woman drawled with an air of being about to say something more.
"Come, fool!"
"You see—"
"Have I, this time, abused you?"
"No, but—"
"I have an idea that the man of God will be holding a crook."
"Of course," assented Felitzata.
Similarly, on another occasion, did I hear Antipa mutter confidentially to his companion: