"And that man is doubtless there, behind that door, listening to all that has happened."
Radonic ground his teeth, clenched his fists, snorted like a high-mettled horse, started up, and would have rushed to the door had Milena not prevented him.
"No," said she, "do not be so rash. Abide your time; catch him on the hip."
"Why does he hate you?"
"Can't you guess? Did he not want to marry me?"
Radonic groaned.
"Oh! it would not be a difficult matter to turn Vranic into a friend; but I prefer being beaten by you than touched by that fiend."
Radonic started like a mad bull; and, not knowing what to do, he gave the table such a mighty thump that he nearly shivered it.
"Listen! Yesterday, when you had rolled on the floor, and were sleeping away your drunken rage——"
"Then?"