“You are in love with the sufferings of people,” continued he to Olenka, “and you proclaim me a traitor without judgment, without considering a reason, without permitting me to say a word in my own defence. Let it be so. But you will go to Kyedani,—of your own will or against your will; it is all one. There my intentions will become evident; there you will know whether you have justly accused me of wrong, there conscience will tell you who of us was whose executioner. I want no other vengeance. God be with you, but I want that vengeance. And I want nothing more of you, for you have bent the bow to the breaking. There is a serpent under your beauty as under a flower.”
“We will not go!” repeated Billevich, still more resolutely.
“As true as life we will not!” shouted Hudzynski and Dovgird.
Kmita turned to them; but he was very pale now, for rage was throttling him, and his teeth chattered as in a fever.
“Ei! Try now to resist! My horses are to be heard,—my dragoons are coming. Will some one say again that he will not go?”
In fact the tramp of numerous horses was heard. All saw that there was no help, and Kmita said,—
“Young lady, within the time that a man could repeat the Lord’s Prayer twice you must be in the carriage, or your uncle will have a bullet in his head.”
And it was evident that the wild frenzy of anger was taking possession more and more of Pan Andrei, for suddenly he shouted till the panes rattled in the windows, “To the road!”
That same instant the door of the front chamber opened quietly, and some strange voice inquired,—
“To what place, Cavalier?”