At last Gustav on returning one day from Pani Helena's found Yosef's effects packed. Yosef himself was occupied in arranging his books and linen.
Both were silent till all was ready; then Yosef said,—
"Gustav, farewell! I am moving out."
Gustav reached him his hand without saying a word. They parted coldly.
On the road Vasilkevich met Yosef.
"Ho! What is this?" inquired he. "Art thou moving?"
"Thou knowest my relations with Gustav, judge thyself if I can live with him longer."
"But this is clear, it was not well for thee to leave him in his present condition of health."
"I understand, but I assure thee that I can only irritate him. Thou knowest what I have done for Gustav; he has no real reason to dislike me; but still—"
Vasilkevich pressed his hand.