And Zagloba was very glad. “Whom have I surpassed, do you say? Wait, you will see hetmans, bishops, and senators here; I shall have to escape from them or hide behind the curtains.”
Further conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Ketling.
“Ketling, do you want promotion?” cried Zagloba, still charmed with his own significance.
“No!” answered the knight, in sadness; “for I must leave you again, and for a long time.”
Zagloba looked at him more attentively. “How is it that you are so cut down?”
“Just for this, that I am going away.”
“Whither?”
“I have received letters from Scotland, from old friends of my father and myself. My affairs demand me there absolutely; perhaps for a long time. I am grieved to part with all here—but I must.”
Zagloba, going into the middle of the room, looked at Pan Michael’s sister, then at the young ladies, and asked, “Have you heard? In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”