“She will not show herself again,” thought Pan Stanislav.
But evidently she was only arranging her hair before the mirror, after removing her hat; she entered a second time, and asked,—
“Am I interrupting?”
“No,” said Plavitski, “we have no business now, for which, speaking in parenthesis, I am very glad. Pan Polanyetski has come only through politeness.”
Pan Stanislav blushed a little, and, wishing to change the subject, said,—
“I am returning from Reichenhall; I bring you greetings from Pani Emilia and Litka, and that is one reason why I made bold to come.”
For a moment the cool self-possession on Marynia’s face vanished.
“Emilia wrote to me of Litka’s heart attack,” said she. “How is she now?”
“There has not been a second attack.”
“I expect another letter, and it may have come; but I have not received it, for Emilia addressed it very likely to Kremen.”