"I like that expression of astonishment on Dolhanski's face," exclaimed Swidwicki. "Man, come to yourself."
Dolhanski restrained himself, for he always proclaimed that a true gentleman never should be surprised.
"I remember now," he said, "that this is the Skibianka to whom Uncle Zarnowski bequeathed a few thousand roubles."
"The same."
"Therefore his daughter."
"Fancy to yourself otherwise. Skiba came from Galicia to Rzeslewo with a wife and a child a few years old."
"Therefore of pure peasant blood."
"A Piast's,[[10]] a Piast's," cried Swidwicki.
"Absolutely pure," answered Gronski.
"And what does Laudie say?"