"I have a letter for you," says the watchman.
I take the letter. By Hermes! it is from Kazia! I tear open the envelope, and read as follows,—
I am certain that my parents will forgive us. Come at once; never mind the early hour. We have just returned from the waters in the garden.
Kazia.
I have no idea what the parents really have to forgive me, but neither have I time to think of it, for I am losing my head from amazement. Only after a while do I give the letter to Antek, and say to the watchman,—
"Friend, tell the young lady that I will come right away—wait, I have no small money, but here are three rubles [all I have] change the bill, take a ruble for yourself, and bring me the rest."
Speaking in parenthesis, the monster took the three rubles, and did not show himself again. He knew, the abortion, that I would not raise a scandal at Suslovski's, and took advantage of the position most dishonorably. But at the time I didn't even notice it.
"Well, Antek, what?" ask I.
"Nothing! Every calf will find its butcher."
The haste with which I was dressing did not permit me to find an answer befitting this insult from Antek.