“He must be some distinguished man,” thought Kmita.
That moment they brought from the inn a flaming torch. Out of the carriage stepped an important personage dressed in black, in foreign fashion, with a cloak to his knees, lined with fox-skin, and a hat with feathers. The officer seized the torch from the hands of a horseman, and bowing once more, said,—
“This way, your excellency!”
Kmita pushed back as quickly as possible, and they entered after him. In the room the officer bowed a third time and said,—
“Your excellency, I am Count Veyhard Vjeshchovich, ordinarius proviantmagister, of his Royal Grace Karl Gustav, and am sent with an escort to meet your excellency.”
“It is pleasant for me to meet such an honorable cavalier,” said the personage in black, giving bow for bow.
“Does your excellency wish to stop here some time or to go on at once? His Royal Grace wishes to see your excellency soon.”
“I had intended to halt at Chenstohova for prayers,” answered the newly arrived, “but in Vyelunie I received news that his Royal Grace commands me to hurry; therefore, after I have rested, we will go on. Meanwhile dismiss the escort, and thank the captain who led it.”
The officer went to give the requisite order. Pan Andrei stopped him on the way.
“Who is that?” asked he.