"Very well then: horses must be sent to fetch the doctor from the town."
"Perhaps, sir, you would order your coachman to turn round?" one of the men suggested.
"My horses are tired," said Ferdinand; "I will send others." And the carriage moved on.
"What a fellow!" said the workmen; "we can wear ourselves out, and he does not think of giving us rest; but his horses must be rested!"
"Oh, well ... you have got to pay for horses, and workpeople can be had for nothing," another replied.
The crowd was approaching Gosławski's cottage. A lamp was burning in the window. One of the workmen gently knocked at the door.
"Who is there?"
"Open the door, Pani Gosławska!"
In a moment a woman appeared half dressed in the doorway.
"What is it?" she asked, looking terrified at the crowd.