The old man eyed his master, then he, too, sighed and scratched his head.
“How should I know, master?”
“You must find something. Many people have advised me, now you suggest something. I got nothing out of that old witch, and Ciocirlie was no good; cannot you propose something?”
“H’m——”
“Do not desert me, Vasile!”
“H’m, master, I’ll tell you something if you will give me something.”
“Take a ducat of mine, Vasilica—speak!”
Vasile did not let himself be put off by the mention of one ducat. He scratched his head again.
“If I knew you would give me two ducats, master, or even three, or many—you understand—that’s how it is! What will be, will be! I say go right off to Frasini, go into the courtyard, through the courtyard into the lady’s boudoir and steal her! That’s what I say!”