"What is her food? The husks that dogs cannot eat, the bones which have already been picked. If Turkish women have no souls, they, at least, are not treated like beasts during their lifetime.
"Oh! holy Virgin, why was I not born a man?"
That evening Radonic came home more sullen and peevish than usual; still, he was sober. He sat down to supper, and Milena waited upon him. As soon as he had pushed his plate away:
"Have you seen Vranic to-day?" he asked, gruffly.
"I have," answered the wife, meekly.
"Ah, you have!" and he uttered a fearful oath.
Milena crossed herself.
"And where have you seen him?"
"He came here at the door."
"May he have a fit to-night," he grunted. Then, after a puff at his pipe: "And what did he say?"