"I am looking for no one!"
"I will send Zbyszko to thank you and your father. Do you like Zbyszko?"
"I have not looked at him."
"Then look at him now, because he is just coming."
In fact Zbyszko was coming from the stable. He was dressed in a reindeer jacket and round felt cap like those worn under the helmets; his hair was without a net, cut evenly over his eyebrows and hung in golden curls on his shoulders; he walked swiftly, having noticed the girl; he was tall and graceful, looking like the shield-bearer of a rich nobleman.
Jagienka turned toward Macko as if to show that she came only to see him; but Zbyszko welcomed her joyfully, and having taken hold of her hand, raised it to his mouth, notwithstanding her resistance.
"Why do you kiss my hand?" asked she. "Am I a priest?"
"Such is the custom; you must not resist."
"Even if he had kissed both your hands," said Macko, "it would not be enough for all that you have brought us."
"What have you brought?" asked Zbyszko, looking around the court-yard; but he did not see anything except the black horse tied to the post.