“Then what is it, mamma?”
“It is this,—we wish that one to be well, just as I wish thee to be well.”
“And what more?”
“And we want that person to be happy, want it to be pleasant in the world for that person, and are glad to suffer for that person when in trouble.”
“And what more?”
“To have that one always with us, as thou art with me; and we want that one to love us, as thou lovest me.”
“I understand now,” said Litka, after a moment’s thought; “and I think myself that that is true,—that it is that way.”
“How, kitten?”
“See, mamma, when I was in Reichenhall, mamma remembers? at Thumsee I heard that Pan Stas loves Panna Marynia; and now I know that he must be unhappy, though he never says so.”
Pani Emilia, fearing emotion for Litka, said,—