'What do you propose to do now?' asked old Gryb between his blows.
'I'll mend my ways.'…'I'll marry Orzchewski's daughter,' wailed
Jasiek.
'Perhaps this is not quite the moment for that,' said Grochowski, 'first you will go to prison.'
'You don't mean to charge him?' asked his father.
'I should prefer not to charge him, but the whole neighbourhood is indignant about the robberies. However, as he did not do me personally any harm, I am not bound to charge him.'
'What will you take?'
'Not a kopek less than a hundred and fifty roubles.'
'In that case, let him go to prison.'
'A hundred and fifty to me, and eighty to Slimak for the horses.'
Gryb took to his fists again.