"May God also recompense him for his good words," replied Jagienka.
Then she added, in such a wonderful tone, that it caused the Bohemian's heart to melt:
"And you, Hlawa."
The conversation ceased for a while. But the armor-bearer was glad for himself and for her words. For he said to himself: "At least it shall not be said that she has been fed with ingratitude." He also began to rack his brains for something more of the same nature to tell her; and after a moment he said:
"Lady."
"What?"
"This … as it were … I want to say, as the old pan of Bogdaniec also said: 'That the lady there is lost forever, and that he will never find her, even if the grand master himself assist him.'"
"Then she is his wife…."
The Bohemian nodded his head.
"Yes, she is his wife."