"Is that you, Pauly?" said Miss Anney. "Ah, how sensible you are."
And Panna Pauly began to cover Ladislaus with the plaids. She placed one over his shoulders and the other around his limbs. In doing this she knelt and bent in such a way that for a moment her breast rested on Krzycki's knee.
"Thank you, little Miss, thank you," he said, somewhat confused.
She glanced quickly into his eyes and then left without a word.
"But I have taken your plaids," Ladislaus said addressing Miss Anney.
"That does not matter. I am dressed warmly. Only, you, sir, will have to take care that the wounded shoulder is well covered."
And approaching him, she began to push lightly and carefully a corner of the plaid between the back of the chair and his shoulder.
"I am not hurting you?" she asked.
"No, no. How can I thank you?"
And he looked at her with such enamoured eyes that for the first time it occurred to his mother that there might be something more than gratitude in this.