“I would not think of it, if thou wert different.”
“Be patient.”
“Yes! till death? If I married Castelka, we should then be near really.”
“Never! I repeat to thee.”
“Well, but why?”
“Thou wouldst not understand it. Besides, Castelka is betrothed; it is too bad to lose time in discussing this.”
“Thou thyself hast commanded me to pay court to her, and now art casting reproaches. At first I thought of nothing; but afterward she pleased me,—I do not deny this. She pleases all; and, besides, she is a good match.”
Pani Aneta began to pull at the end of her handkerchief.
“And thou hast the boldness to say to my eyes that she pleased thee,” said she at last. “Is it I, or she?”
“Thou, but thee I cannot marry; her I could, for I saw well that I pleased her.”