“How is that?”
“That means from the Billevich money which you took out of the dowry for yourself in advance.”
“If you could only twist the neck of old Billevich in some polite way, it would be well; for it could be done easily, and he has my letter.”
“I will try. But the point is in this,—has he not sent the note somewhere, or has the maiden not sewed it into her shift? Would you not like to discover?”
“It will come to that; but now I must go, and besides that cursed fever has taken all my strength.”
“Your highness, envy me for staying in Taurogi.”
“You have a strange kind of wish; but if you meanwhile— I should have you torn apart with hooks. Why do you insist on this office?”
“For I want to marry.”
“Whom?” asked the prince, sitting up in bed. “Panna Borzobogati.”
“That is a good idea, an excellent idea!” said Boguslav. “I have heard of some will.”