"I will not!" answered Zbyszko, mirthfully. "If she wishes, she may beat me now for it."
Then Jagienka, wishing to cheer him up, began to play that she was striking him with her little fist.
"Give us some wine!" shouted the merry Pan of Zgorzelice.
Jagienka sprang to the closet and brought out a jug of wine, two beautiful silver goblets, engraved by a silversmith of Wroclaw[76] and a couple of cheese.
Zych, being a little intoxicated, began to hug the jug and said to it as if he were talking to his daughter:
"Oj, my dear girl! What shall I do, poor man, when they take you from
Zgorzelice; what shall I do?"
"And you must give her up soon!" said Zbyszko.
Zych began to laugh.
"Chy! Chy! The girl is only fifteen; but she is already fond of boys!
When she sees one of them, she begins immediately to rub knee with knee!"
"Tatusiu[77] if you don't stop, I will leave you," said Jagienka.