"Speak of the devil!" The old man roared in frustration. "Why is that despicable woman here at this hour? Does she want to move now and sleep in a tent?"
"Master, calm down. We still need to see what she wants. I don't think she will move in at this hour. She knows that she has nowhere to stay here."
"Hosh posh! You and I know what she wants and what she intends to do. If we become accommodating, she will surely move in before I can finish reciting your academy's creed."
"But there are only five words in there."
"Precisely! She will move in before I can even start reciting it."
Redivo shook his head. He stood up and walked out of the room. He trod the path leading to the gate.
"Good evening, Ms. Verone. It's so late at night, what brings you here?" Redivo greeted her with utmost politeness.
"Is this how you treat your guest? Won't you even let me in to sit?" There was arrogance in her voice.
