'Stop… is the hill yours, gospodarz?'
'It's mine; no one else's.'
'There you are, Fritz,' the old man said in German; 'that's the very place for Wilhelm's windmill.'
'The reason why Wilhelm has not yet put up a windmill is not that there are no hills, but that he is a lazy fellow.'
'Don't be disagreeable, Fritz! Then those fields beyond the highroad and the ravines are not yours, gospodarz?'
'How should they be, when they belong to the manor?'
'Oh yes,' the bearded one interrupted impatiently; 'everyone knows that he sits here in the manor-fields like a hole in a bridge. The devil take the whole business.'
'Wait, Fritz! Do the manor-fields surround you on all sides, gospodarz?'
'Of course.'
'Well, that will do,' said the younger man, drawing his father towards the carriage.