Pan Stanislav made somewhat of a wry face, and answered,—
“I have seen Gantovski.”
“And what?”
“He is a fool.”
“He is that, first of all. Hast thou spoken to him in my name?”
“Not in thy name. As a relative of Pan Plavitski, I told him that he had given Pan Plavitski the worst service in the world.”
“You gave no explanations?”
“None. Hear me, Mashko: it is a question for thee of complete satisfaction; it is no point for me that ye should shoot each other. In virtue of what I have told Gantovski, he is ready to agree to all thy conditions. Happily, he has committed himself to Yamish. Yamish is a mild, prudent man, who understands also that Gantovski has acted like an idiot, and will be glad to give him a lesson.”
“Very well,” said Mashko. “Give me a pen and piece of paper.”
“Thou hast them at the desk.”