"I don't wonder at all at the enamoured Zurdoki going quite off his head about you."
"Zurdoki?"
"Yes, my dear little cockchafer! You may be quite sure that I have not come all the way to your dismal town of Kassa for my own amusement, but because I have been sent thither. The fine stout gentleman, the gracious, rich, and kind old gentleman, said to me: 'Go, dear gossip Barbara, go to the town of Kassa, seek there my wondrous little flower, the pretty wife of Valentine Kalondai, your own dear daughter, whom you got married to her husband at Bártfa, and take her this costly girdle. She must wear it for my sake, and it will make her more beautiful than ever!'"
The girdle was inlaid with turquoises and Orient pearls, a gift meet for a princess.
Michal dashed it angrily to the ground.
"Shameless wretch!"
"Whom do you call shameless? Me?"
"No, the sender."
"Oh, my treasure! I don't say that's all. He will give you very much more than that. He will load you with precious things, so that your beauty will shine forth still more resplendently."
"I won't have his presents!"