"Ej, not at all!" he answered, with a quivering voice. "I could listen to it the whole night."
Then he sat down, covered his face with his hand, and listened.
Jagienka sang another couplet; but when she finished, she noticed a big tear rolling down Zbyszko's fingers.
Then she sat down beside him, and began to touch him with her elbow.
"What is the matter with you? I do not want to make you cry. Tell me what is the matter with you?"
"Nothing! Nothing!" answered Zbyszko, sighing. "I could tell you much.
But it is over. I feel merry now."
"Perhaps you would like to have some sweet wine?"
"Good girl!" exclaimed Zych. "Call him 'Zbyszko,' and you call her
'Jagienka.' You have known each other since you were children."
Then he turned toward his daughter:
"Do not mind because he struck you when you were children. He will not do it now."