"Why are your eyes so red?"
"Because I am so happy. I have a suitor."
"Who?"
"The old innkeeper at Vervölgy. He is a widower with lots of money."
"Shall you accept him?"
"Why not, if they take me to him? Let me go!"
"You lie, lie! You cover up your lying, and so lie worse than ever!" cried the lad.
He removed his hand from the girl's waist.
"Will you drink more?" she asked.
"Why not?"