"Not? Why the devil haven't they sent them? Have you much work?" "A great deal." "How many hides?" Sandu looked at him. "We have a lot." "A lot. Yes, I know you have a lot, but how many?" "I have not counted them." "Have you got business at Hunedoar fair?" "I believe so; the drying is difficult, though." "You have got some heavy skins, haven't you?" "Some heavy, some light; you know how it is with the work." Costa bit his lips and would like to have given Sandu a cuff or two, so angry was he that he would not tell him what he was longing to know. "But, it's cold!" "It's cold." "Come, you ought not to feel it much when Talpoane's daughter brings you drink." The blood rushed to Sandu's face, and he did not know why he did not strike Costa to the ground as he smiled at him. "But what of it, haven't we all done the same kind of thing? Only look out that nobody sees you and nobody hears you. That's all right, I won't keep you from your work!" Sandu could not see, everything was black before his eyes, he was hot all over and a fire seemed to burn within him. He gnashed his teeth and stretched the skin as though he would tear it, and rinsed as though he had some rival to surpass. At midday the apprentice came to call him to dinner. On the way he remembered what had happened and would have liked to turn back. In the ante-room he saw Ana, and his heart beat as though it were on fire. Ana, too, was radiant, her eyes laughed with joy, and the dimples in her cheeks were more tantalizing than ever. Sandu's heart was full of delight; he forgot what Costa had said; he was only conscious of Ana's voice. After dinner the cold was not quite so cruel, the calm was not so intense, and he did not feel alone; there seemed to be plenty of life around him, but whenever he turned his head he could only see Ana. And longings awoke in his heart, and many pleasant thoughts passed through his mind, and they all gathered round Ana's form. His thoughts carried him far, and he pictured himself with a workshop and a house of his own, and Ana beside him making life sweet. They were so tempting and so full of charm that Sandu smiled to himself as he strung together tender, caressing words to say to Ana, for he felt she belonged to him, and no one could disturb the peace of these happy days. Night closed sadly in and Sandu had long ago finished his work, but he did not want to move. He was loath to leave the pleasant, quiet spot where he had pictured to himself the path in life that was awaiting him. He gave a sigh of regret as he stepped along the bank and walked towards the house of Mistress Veta. The nearer it drew to the Christmas festival the busier became the fairs, and the tanners raised the price of their goods because the weather was moist, and the peasants were obliged to buy sandals whether they wanted to or not. Christmas Eve fell on a Tuesday, and, accordingly, the weekly fair had never been better.