He walked slowly through the water, while the girl nestled to him.
Finally when they were near the other shore, she said:
"Zbyszku!"
"What?"
"I care neither for Cztan, nor for Wilk."
As he placed her on the shore, he answered excitedly:
"May God give you the best I He will not be wronged."
The Odstajny lake was not far away now. Jagienka walking in front, turned from time to time, and putting a finger on her lips, ordered Zbyszko to be silent. They were walking amidst the osiers and gray willows, on low, damp ground. From the left side, were heard the voices of birds, and Zbyszko was surprised at that, because it was time for the birds to migrate.
"We are near a morass which is never frozen," whispered Jagienka; "the ducks pass the winter there; even in the lake the water freezes only near the shores. See how it is steaming."
Zbyszko looked through the willows and noticed in front of him, something like a bank of fog; it was the Odstajny lake.
Jagienka again put a finger to her lips, and after a while they reached the lake. The girl climbed on an old willow and bent over the water. Zbyszko followed her example; and for a long time they remained quiet, seeing nothing in front of them, on account of the fog; hearing nothing but the mournful puling of lapwings. Finally the wind blew, rustled the osiers and the yellow leaves of the willows, and disclosed the waters of the lake which were slightly ruffled by the wind.