“But are you greatly in love?”
“To the death, to the death!” answered the Tartar, with a low but hoarse voice, like the croaking of a raven.
And they danced on, immediately after Pan Adam, who had pushed to the front. Others had changed partners, but Pan Adam did not let Zosia go; only at times he seated her on a bench to rest and recover breath, then he revelled again. At last he stopped before the orchestra, and holding Zosia with one arm, cried to the musicians,—
“Play the krakoviak! on with it!”
Obedient to command, they played at once. Pan Adam kept time with his foot, and sang with an immense voice,—
“Lost are crystal torrents,
In the Dniester River;
Lost in thee, my heart is,
Lost in thee, O maiden!
U-há!”