"Exactly; to the prettiest girl of Montenegro!"
Many a young face fell, more than one brow grew cloudy, and a bright eye got dim.
"It is an impossible marriage," said someone.
"A rich husband, a horned bull," quoth another.
"But he is much older than she is."
"We marry our sons when we like, and our daughters when we can," added Figaro, sententiously.
"Still, how could Zwillievic consent to take for his son-in-law a man as old as himself?"
"A hero of the Kolo."
"And yet Zwillievic is a man with a gold head, a wise man."
"Yes, but he has also gold hands," replied Markovic.