“Evidently there remained with me only recollections, which are something different.”
“I do not understand the difference.”
“Memory is a magazine, in which the past lies stored away, and recollection appears when we go to the magazine to take something.”
Here Panna Marynia was alarmed somewhat at that special daring with which she had allowed herself this philosophical deduction as to the difference between memory and recollection; therefore she blushed rather deeply.
“Not stupid, and pretty,” thought Pan Stanislav; aloud he said, “That would not have come to my head, and it is so appropriate.”
He surveyed her with eyes full of sympathy. She was in fact very pretty; for she was laughing, somewhat confused by the praise, and also delighted sincerely with it. She blushed still more when the daring young man said,—
“To-morrow, before parting, I shall beg for a place,—even in the magazine.”
But he said this with such joyousness that it was impossible to be angry with him; and Marynia answered, not without a certain coquetry,—
“Very well; and I ask reciprocity.”
“In such case, I should have to go so often to the magazine that I might prefer straightway to live in it.”