“Have you got business at Hunedoar fair?”
“I believe so; the drying is difficult, though.”
“You have got some heavy skins, haven’t you?”
“Some heavy, some light; you know how it is with the work.”
Costa bit his lips and would like to have given Sandu a cuff or two, so angry was he that he would not tell him what he was longing to know.
“But, it’s cold!”
“It’s cold.”
“Come, you ought not to feel it much when Talpoane’s daughter brings you drink.”
The blood rushed to Sandu’s face, and he did not know why he did not strike Costa to the ground as he smiled at him.
“But what of it, haven’t we all done the same kind of thing? Only look out that nobody sees you and nobody hears you. That’s all right, I won’t keep you from your work!”