"Henryk?"
"What?"
"Dost thou know what I do with those whose tongues are too long?" And he laughed.
Hania insisted on his telling her even the name of this chosen one; without thinking long, he said,—
"Yozia."
But if he had been what he pretended he would have paid dearly for his sincerity, for Hania gave him no peace from that hour till evening.
"Is she pretty?"
"Oh, so."
"What kind of hair has she, and eyes?"
"Nice ones, but not such as please me more than all others."