And then both laughed again.
"But now tell me whom does Pan Henryk love? I asked him, but he would not tell me."
"Henryk? Do you know" (here he looked at me askance) "he is not in love with any one yet, perhaps, but he will love. Oh, I know perfectly whom! and as to me—"
"As to you, what?" inquired Hania, trying to conceal her confusion.
"I would do the very same—but wait a bit; he may be in love already."
"I beg thee to stop, Selim."
"Thou, my honest boy," said Selim, putting his arm around my neck— "Ah, if you knew how honest he is."
"Oh, I know that," said Hania; "I remember what he was to me after my grandfather's death."
A cloud of sadness flew between us then.
"I will tell you," said Selim, wishing to change the subject, "that after examination we had a little feast with our master—"