Euthymus smiled sarcastically as he exclaimed:
"See here! What a rich man you have become! Where, pray, can you get the money?"
"Well," replied Elissey, "I have some in my house, and the remainder I will obtain by selling to my neighbor ten hives of bees that are now swarming. He asked me some time ago if he could have them."
"But," interrupted: Euthymus, "the swarm may prove a valuable one, and you will regret having sold it."
"Regret! Never, my godfather! I have never regretted anything in my life—save my sins. There is nothing more precious to us in this world than our souls."
"Quite true; but it is not pleasant when disorder reigns in one's household."
"And yet it is still worse to have disturbance in one's soul. As you have registered a vow with me, Euthymus, let us go by all means."
