"Don't you know me, lord noble?"
"With the forehead, with the forehead! How is your health?"
"Not bad; but as to yours, I'll occupy myself with that."
"I have not asked God for such a doctor, and I doubt if I could digest your medicine; but the will of God be done."
"Well, you cured me; now I'll return thanks. We are old friends. You remember how you bound my head in Rozlogi, do you not?"
Bogun's eyes began to glitter like two carbuncles, and the line of his mustaches extended in a terrible smile.
"I remember," said Zagloba, "that I might have stabbed you, and I did not."
"But have I stabbed you, or do I think to stab you? No! For me you are a darling, a dear; and I will guard you as the eye in my head."
"I have always said that you are an honorable cavalier," said Zagloba, pretending to take Bogun's words in earnest. At the same time through his mind flew the thought: "It is evident that he is meditating some special delicacy for me. I shall not die in simple style."
"You speak well," continued Bogun. "You too are an honorable cavalier; so we have sought and found each other."