“Why will you not come to Prytulov?”
He, seeing that no one could hear them, said, looking into her eyes,—
“I am afraid.”
She began to laugh, and inquired, repeating Kopovski’s words,—
“Is it necessary to take anything for that?”
“It is,” answered he, with a voice somewhat trembling; “I need to take the word, come, from you!”
She hesitated a moment; perhaps she did not dare to tell him directly in that form which he required, but she blushed suddenly and whispered;—
“Come.”
Then she fled, as if ashamed of those colors on her face, which, in spite of the darkness, were increasingly evident.
On the way home it seemed to Pan Ignas that a shower of stars was raining down on him.