He bent his head down to her: “Well, ask, kitten, only something sensible.”
“Would Pan Stas be very sorry for me?”
“Ah! but see what a bad girl!”
“My Pan Stas, tell me.”
“I? what an evil child, Litus! Know that I love thee, love thee immensely. God preserve us! there is no one in the world that I should be so sorry for. But be quiet at least for me, thou suffering fly! thou dearest creature!”
“I will be quiet, kind Pan Stas.”
And in the moment when Pani Emilia came, and he was preparing to go, she asked,—
“And Pan Stas is not angry with me?”
“No, Litus,” answered Pan Stanislav.
When he had gone to the antechamber he heard a light knocking at the door; Pani Emilia had given orders to remove the bell. He opened it and saw Marynia, who came ordinarily in the evening. When she had greeted him, she asked,—