"Yes, if I don't change my plans."
They both drank. After a pause the csikós began again.
"Are you taking a wife with you this time?"
"Where should I get a wife?"
"I'll tell you. —— take your own mother!"
"She wouldn't give up being a Debreczin market-woman for the whole of Moravia!"
They both drank again.
"Well, have you bidden your mother farewell?" asked the csikós.
"I have bidden her farewell."
"And squared all your accounts with the overseer?"