“I wished sincerely that my man should beg pardon of Pan Mashko, but under the conditions it is not possible.”
“I proposed to Mashko, too, to tone down that note, but he would not.”
“Then there is no escape. All this is immensely foolish, but there is no escape!”
Pan Stanislav did not answer, and they walked on in silence. Pan Yamish began to speak again,—
“But I hear that Marynia Plavitski has received some inheritance?”
“She has, but a small one.”
“And the old man?”
“He is angry that the whole property is not left to him.”
Yamish tapped his forehead with his glove. “He has a little something here, that Plavitski;” then, looking around, he said, “Somehow we are going far.”
“We shall be on the ground in a moment.”