She loves me madly. We spend whole days together. I have begun to give her lessons in drawing. She is swallowed up in those lectures, and painting in general.
CHAPTER XIX.
THUNDER hurling Zeus; at what art thou gazing from the summit of Olympus? Things are done of which philosophers have never dreamed.
On the eve of my marriage Antek comes to me, nudges me with his elbow, and, turning aside his dishevelled head, says gloomily,—
"Vladek, dost thou know I have committed a crime?"
"Well, since thou hast mentioned it," I answer, "what sort of a crime?"
Antek looks at the floor fixedly, and says, as if to himself,—
"That such a drunkard as I, such an idiot without talent, such a moral and physical bankrupt should marry such a maiden as Kazia is an out-and-out crime."
I do not believe my ears; but I throw myself on my friend's neck without regard to the fact that he pushes me away.