And he stretched out his hand through the window again:
“Till our next meeting! Remember your friend.”
“We will not forget; we will not forget. Do you wish me to repeat a novena for your intention?” asked Pani Emilia, smiling.
“Thank you for that too. Do so. Till we meet again, Professor.”
The train moved that moment. Pani Emilia and Litka waved their parasols till the more frequent puffing of the engine hid, with rolls of steam and smoke, the window through which Pan Stanislav was looking.
“Mamma,” asked Litka, “is it really necessary to say a novena for Pan Stas?”
“Yes, Litus. He is so kind to us, we must pray to God to make him happy.”
“But is he unhappy?”
“No—that is—seest thou, every one has trouble, and he has his.”
“I know; I heard in Thumsee,” said the little girl. And after a while she added in a low voice,—