Slimak demurred.
'I haven't buried my wife yet.'
The old man's temper was rising.
'Rubbish! don't be a fool! How can a gospodarz get along without a wife? Yours is dead and gone, and if she could speak, she would say:
"Marry, Josef, and don't turn up your nose at a benefactor like Gryb."'
'What are you quarrelling about?' cried Grochowski.
'Look here, I am offering him my sister and fifteen acres of land, four cows and a pair of horses, to say nothing of the household property, and he can't make up his mind,' said Gryb, with awry face.
'Why, that's certainly worth while,' said Grochowski, 'and not a bad wife!'
'Aye, a good, hefty woman,' cried Gryb.
'You'll be quite a gentleman, Slimak,' added Grochowski.