And he galloped off to the company. But the delightful reality embraced them anew. They began to look on each other, and sink in the eyes of each other.
"O, thou not-to-be-looked-at-sufficiently!" said Yatsek.
But she lowered her eyes, smiled at the corners of her mouth till dimples appeared in her rosy cheeks, and asked in a whisper,--
"But is not Panna Zbierhovski more beautiful?"
Yatsek looked at her with amazement.
"What, Panna Zbierhovski?"
She made no answer; she simply laughed in her fist, with a laugh as resonant as a silver bell.
Meanwhile, when the priest had galloped to the company, the men, who loved Yatsek, fell to inquiring,--
"Well, how is it there? How is our wounded man?"
"He is no longer in this world!" replied Father Voynovski.