“The Yamishes are not coming.”
“They will come yet,” answered Marynia.
But from that moment on he looked continually at the clock, and announced every moment that the Yamishes would not come. At last, about six, he said with a sepulchral voice,—
“Some misfortune must have happened.”
Pan Stanislav at that moment was near Marynia, who in an undertone said,—
“Here is a trouble! Nothing has happened, of course; but papa will be in bad humor till supper.”
At first Pan Stanislav wished to answer that to make up he would be in good-humor to-morrow after sleeping; but, seeing genuine anxiety on the young lady’s face, he answered,—
“As I remember, it is not very far; send some one to inquire what has happened.”
“Why not send some one over there, papa?”
But he answered with vexation, “Too much kindness; I will go myself;” and ringing for a servant, he ordered the horses, then stopping for a moment he said,—