“You will not refuse me one thing?”
“Nothing that you command.”
“I have said long to myself that if a moment like the present should come, we would go to Litka together.”
“Ah, my dear lady,” answered Pan Stanislav; and she continued,—
“I know not what people will say; but what do we care for the world—what indeed?”
“Nothing. I am thankful to you from my heart and soul for the thought—My dear lady—my Marynia!”
“I believe that she looks at us and prays for us.”
“Then she is our little patroness.”
“Good-night.”
“Good-night.”