“No, let her get out of my sight, let her go. Ana has done this to me, my prudent daughter, my good daughter, my much-praised daughter, her mother’s joy—she has done this,” and Mistress Veta shook her head while everything seemed to turn black before her eyes.
Master Dinu did not know what to do. To put an end to it, he drew Ana gently outside, and tried to quiet her sobs.
A little later he returned to the house. His wife was exhausted and depressed, and sat gazing at the floor.
Suddenly she rose.
“Dinu, you must give Sandu notice to-day, do you hear? If you don’t go now and tell him never to show himself here again, you’ll never have any peace from me.”
“How can I dismiss the man in the middle of the night? You must see we cannot—and then, what harm has he done?”
Mistress Veta could have killed him with a look.
“You will give him notice, do you understand? Or I will turn him out.”
“All right, Veta, we will give him notice, but what stories will be told about us outside! How we dismiss workmen on feast days, and turn them out of the house in the dead of night. You must be patient. To-morrow I will give him all the money due to him, and tell him to go in God’s name.”
“It’s your business to deal with him; never let me see him again; if they make any fuss I’ll scratch his eyes out. He has got us talked about, no other than he, do you hear? Let him get out of my workshop, or there will be trouble.”