“True! I understand your haste! Ulysses is coming, and Penelope must be at home, but—”
Here he felt a desire to curse.
“But what?” inquired Pani Mashko.
Pan Stanislav answered without any hesitation,—
“Just to-day I wished to detain you longer.”
“It is not proper,” answered she briefly, with a voice as thin as though strained through a sieve.
And in that, “It is not proper,” was her whole soul.
He returned, cursing earnestly her and himself. When he reached home he found in the clear, peaceful room Marynia and Pan Ignas, she proving to the poet that when they marry, people should not look for some imagined happiness, but the duties which God imposes at that time.