“I do not know. It is too hot in the city. Somewhere to trees and water.”
“Another old prejudice,” said Bukatski. “In the city there is always shade on one side of the street, which there is not in the country. I walk on the shady side quietly and feel well; therefore I never go out of the city in summer.”
“But Professor, art thou not going somewhere?” asked Pan Stanislav.
“Of course. Pani Emilia has been urging me to go to Reichenhall. Perhaps I shall go.”
“Then let us go together. It is all one to me where I go. I like Salzburg, and, besides, it will be pleasant to see Pani Emilia and Litka.”
Bukatski stretched forth his transparent hand, took a tooth-pick from a glass, and, picking his teeth, began to speak in his cool and careless voice,—
“There is such a mad storm of jealousy raging within me that I am ready to go with you. Have a care, Polanyetski, lest I explode, like dynamite.”
There was something so amusingly contradictory between the words and the tone of Bukatski that Pan Stanislav laughed, but after a while he answered,—
“It had not occurred to me that it is possible to fall in love with Pani Emilia. Thank thee for the idea.”
“Woe to you both!” said Bukatski.