"That means to say that you think your wife is honest," said Radonic, chuckling. "Poor Tripko!"
"Come, come," quoth a friend, trying to mend matters, "do not spit in the air, Radonic Marko, lest the spittle fall back on your face."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Radonic, who, like all jokers, could never take a jest himself.
"I? nothing; only I advise you to be more careful how you trifle with another man's wife—that's a ticklish subject."
"Oh, Tripko's wife!" said he, disparagingly.
"Radonic Marko, sweep before your own door, bogati!" replied
Tripko, scornfully.
"Sweep before my door—sweep before my door, did you say?" and he snatched up the earthen mug to hurl it at his friend's head, but the by-standers pinioned his arm.
"I did, and I repeat it, bogati!"
"And you mean that there's dirt before my house?" asked Radonic, scowling.
"More than before mine, surely."