At the moment when I reached the chamber door, it opened; old Vengrosia came out. I stopped her and inquired,—
"Is the young lady sleeping?"
"She is not; she is not," repeated the old woman. "Oh, my golden young master, if you had seen what was here! When the old lord bellowed at the young lady, I thought the poor dear would die on the spot. And she was terrified and wet through. O Jesus! Jesus!"
"But now how is she?"
"You will see that she is sick altogether. It is lucky that the doctor is here."
I commanded Vengrosia to return at once to Hania, and not to shut the door; for I wished to look at her from a distance. In fact, looking from the dark chamber through the open door, I saw her sitting on the bed, dressed in night-clothing. A deep flush was on her face; her eyes were gleaming. I saw besides that she was breathing quickly; evidently she had a fever.
I hesitated for a time whether to go in or not; but at that moment Father Ludvik touched my shoulder.
"Thy father calls thee," said he.
"Father Ludvik, she is sick!"
"The doctor will come at once. Meanwhile thou wilt talk to thy father. Go, go; it is late."