"Because I have not slept enough."
"You will sleep enough yet. You say that your master sent you to Lubni?"
"Yes."
"Doubtless he has some sweetheart there," interrupted Zagloba, "to whom he sends his love through you."
"How do I know, worthy sir? Maybe he has, maybe he has not," said Jendzian. Then he bowed to Bogun and Zagloba. "Praise be to--" said he, preparing to go out.
"Forever!" said Bogun. "But wait, my little bird; don't be in a hurry! And why did you hide from me that you are the servant of Pan Skshetuski?"
"You didn't ask me, and I thought, 'What reason have I to talk of anything?' Praise be to--"
"Wait, I say! You have some letters from your master?"
"It is his affair to write, and mine to deliver, but only to him to whom they are written; therefore permit me to bid farewell to you, gentlemen."
Bogun wrinkled his sable brows and clapped his hands. Two Cossacks entered the room.