“Or to his daughters, so as to be there, that the formal installation might take place.”
The starosta invented at that moment “formal installation,” thinking justly that the princess would accept this counterfeit money instead of true coin. She thought a moment, and asked,—
“How could she go now, when Swedes are on the road?”
“I have news that the Swedes have left Lublin. All this side of the Vistula is free.”
“And who would take Anusia to Pan Sapyeha?”
“Suppose this same Babinich.”
“With Tartars? Lord Brother, fear God; those are wild, chaotic people!”
“I am not afraid,” put in Anusia, curtesying.
But Princess Griselda had noted already that her brother came with some plan all prepared; therefore she sent Anusia out of the room, and began to look at Pan Sobiepan with an inquiring gaze. But he said as if to himself,—
“These Tartars are down in the dust before Babinich; he hangs them for any insubordination.”