"That concerns me little," repeated Ostrynski, with dignity taking off his second glove.
"But is the despatch true?"
"True."
That assurance pacifies me thoroughly. Through thankfulness I pour out punch for him. He puts his lips to the edge of the glass, drinks a sip, and says,—
"First to your health, and a second draught I drink you know to whom. I congratulate you doubly."
"Where do you get your information?"
Ostrynski shrugs his shoulders. "Suslovski was in the editorial rooms before eight o'clock this morning."
Antek begins to mutter something about mean people in general; I can restrain myself no longer; I seize my hat. Ostrynski follows me out; but I leave him on the street; and a couple of minutes later I am ringing at Suslovski's for the second time. Kazia opens the door; her parents are not at home.
"Kazia!" ask I, severely, "didst thou know of the despatch?"
"I knew," answered she, calmly.