This animation touched Marynia somewhat.
“I am of that opinion, too,” said she.
But her opinion was not enough for him.
“Did you know Litka?” asked he, turning to Pani Mashko.
“I did.”
“True; you saw her at the Bigiels’.”
“I did.”
“Well, there wasn’t a trace of likeness, was there?”
“No.”
Zavilovski, who adored Marynia, looked at Pan Stanislav with a certain astonishment; then he glanced at the tall form of Pani Mashko, outlined through the gray robe, and thought,—