“I don’t drink whisky.”
“Don’t drink it? But, you silly man, why didn’t you tell me? And those other two said nothing about it—you don’t think it rains whisky with us, do you? They have drawn your share all these days. But I’ll wipe their mouths for them. Why did you not tell me long ago?”
“You never asked me.”
“Well, go where I tell you; and, listen, if I send you it is because I have not got so much confidence in the others; do just what I have told you.”
“I will do so, mistress,” replied Sandu, with a much lighter heart.
When he reached the street he told himself the mistress was not so bad after all.
An hour later, when he returned, only Ana was downstairs.
After saying good evening, seeing that Ana was by herself, he prepared to go out again.
Ana, who saw he was about to open the door, asked him:
“What do you want, Sandu? Whom are you looking for?”