“Like you.”
“No, Pan Yamish manages his work perfectly; besides, he writes much on agriculture. He is really the light of these parts. Such a worthy man! She too is a good woman, only to me she seems rather pretentious.”
“An ex-beauty.”
“Yes. And this unbroken country life, through which she has become rather rusty, increases her oddness. I think that in cities oddities of character and their ridiculous sides efface one another; but in the country, people turn into originals more easily, they grow disused to society gradually, a certain old-fashioned way is preserved in intercourse, and it goes to excess. We must all seem rusty to people from great cities, and somewhat ridiculous.”
“Not all,” answered Pan Stanislav; “you, for example.”
“It will come to me in time,” answered Marynia, with a smile.
“Time may bring changes too.”
“With us there is so little change, and that most frequently for the worse.”
“But in the lives of young ladies in general changes are expected.”
“I should wish first that papa and I might come to an agreement about Kremen.”