"She is sad, therefore she plays; but she plays because her cousin is listening."
But on the way home he thought more about Lula and Yosef than one might have expected from his frivolous nature.
"Oh, Satan take it, what will happen, what will happen?" muttered he.
In the midst of these thoughts he entered his lodgings. Yosef was not sleeping yet; he was sitting leaning on his elbows over some book.
"Hast thou been at Pani Visberg's?"
"I have."
Impatience and curiosity were quivering in Yosef's face; evidently he wished to ask about the evening, but on thinking the matter over he rested his head on his hands again, and began to read.
Suddenly he threw the book aside and walked a couple of times through the room.
"Thou wert at Pani Visberg's?"
"I was."