"The doctor has a habit of thinking aloud," he said.
"And bawling out yet more loudly," grumbled the notary.
"How is your flute?" the doctor replied, laughingly.
But at that moment the servant announced that dinner was ready. Hearing this, Pani Otocka turned with a peculiar smile to her sister and said:
"Marynia, your hair is all disheveled. Look at yourself in a glass."
The young lady raised her hands to her head, but as there were no mirrors in the salon, she, a little confused, said:
"Beg pardon, I will return immediately."
She hastened to her room, but soon returned still more confused with blushes and with a radiant countenance.
"A ladies' saddle!" she began to cry, "a most beautiful ladies' saddle!"
And passing her eyes over those present, she pointed at Gronski: