Here Pan Stanislav might admire the real sweetness of Marynia, who, instead of being impatient, ran to her father, and putting her forehead under his blackened mustaches, said,—
“They will bring the horses right away, right away, right away! Maybe I ought to go; but let ugly father not be angry, for he will hurt himself.”
Plavitski, who was really much attached to his daughter, kissed her on the forehead and said, “I know thou hast a good heart. But what is Gantovski doing?”
And he called through the open gate of the garden to the young man, who returned soon, wearied out, and said,—
“There is water in the boat, and it is drawn up too far; I have tried, and I cannot—”
“Then take thy cap and let’s be off, for I hear the horses have come.”
A moment later the young people were alone.
“Papa is accustomed to society a little more elegant than that in the country,” said Marynia; “therefore he likes Pani Yamish, but Pan Yamish is a very honorable and sensible man.”
“I saw him in the church; to me he seemed as if crushed.”
“Yes; for he is sickly, and besides has much care.”