“He is really ready to agree to everything.”
“Sit down, gentlemen,” said Pan Yamish; “I came only three days ago, and though I do not feel well, I am glad, for perhaps the affair may be settled. Believe me that I was the first to rub the ears of my water-burner.”
Here he shrugged his shoulders, and, turning to Pan Stanislav, inquired,—
“What are the Plavitskis doing? I have not visited them yet, though I long to see my golden Marynia.”
“Panna Marynia is well,” answered Pan Stanislav.
“But the old man?”
“A few days ago a distant relative of his died,—a very wealthy woman; he is counting, therefore, on an inheritance. He told me so yesterday; but I hear that she has left all her property for benevolent purposes. The will is to be opened to-day or to-morrow.”
“May God have inspired her to leave something to Marynia! But let us come to our affair. I need not tell you, gentlemen, that it is our duty to finish it amicably, if we can.”
Kresovski bowed. Introductions like this, which he had heard in his life God knows how often, annoyed him.
“We are profoundly convinced of this duty.”