Seeing the food in the saucepan, she began to lick her lips like a dog.
'Pour out a basin of soup for yourself.'
She did as she was told.
'Don't you want a servant?' she asked presently.
'I don't know; my wife is ill.'
'There you are! It's quiet here. Where's Magda?'
'Left.'
'Jendrek?'
'Sent up for trial.'
'There you are! Stasiek?'