“Yes, it is of Kremen.”
“Well, and what?” asked Pan Stanislav.
“I should not buy it even because of this,—that the lady might have the impression that people are tossing it about like a ball.”
“If I do not think at all of Kremen?” said Marynia, blushing still more. She looked at her husband; and he nodded in sign of praise and satisfaction.
“That is a proof,” answered he, “that thou art a child of good judgment.”
“At the same time,” continued Marynia, “if Pan Mashko does not hold out, Kremen will either be divided, or go into usurers’ hands, and that to me would be disagreeable.”
“Ah, ha!” said Bukatski, “but if you do not think at all of Kremen?”
Marynia looked again at her husband, and this time with alarm; he began to laugh, however.
Then he turned to Bukatski. “Evidently Mashko looks on thee as the one plank of salvation.”