“Oh, how fiery!” cried Anusia.
The old man fell into good humor. “How is that?” asked he, stopping before Anusia and putting his hands on his hips.
“If I tell you, you’ll suppose God knows what.”
“God preserve me, I will suppose nothing.”
“Barely had we come out of Zamost when Pan Babinich told me that some one else had occupied his heart, and though he received no rent, still he did not think of changing the tenant.”
“And do you believe that?”
“Of course I believe it,” answered Anusia, with great vivacity; “he must be in love to his ears, since after so long a time—since—since—”
“Oh, there is some ‘since he would not,’” said the old man, laughing.
“But I say that,” repeated Anusia, stamping her foot, “since— Well, we shall soon hear of him.”
“God grant it!”