“Eh! And what of it?” he said. “Don’t the people know us and our daughter, and don’t they know what Costa’s words are worth? Only Costa says it.”
Mistress Veta looked furiously at him.
“What! The town is talking about your daughter, and you don’t mind?”
“It isn’t that I don’t mind! Of course I mind, but what would you have me do? Go and kill him? Don’t be like this.”
“Not be like this? I’d better be like you and not care when they insult my daughter!”
“What are you to do? Woe betide the house where the man is not a real man! Find out, discover to whom he has said it, collect witnesses, and see he never opens his mouth again.”
“I will see about it.”
“Don’t see about it, find him.”
Master Dinu knew that his wife must always have the last word, so he said nothing; he would have been glad not to be at home, but he could not go now. A few minutes later he said: