'Priest…. His Reverence…' he murmured under his heavy breathing.
'I'll give you your priest! You shall kick your bucket in the pigsty, you sinner…like a dog!' She seized him under the armpits, but dropped him again directly, and covered him entirely with the feather-bed, for she had noticed a shadow flitting past the window. Some one was coming up to the house.
She scarcely had time to push the old man's feet back into the bed. Blue in the face, she furiously banged the feather-bed and pushed the bedding about.
The wife of the peasant Dyziak came into the room.
'Christ be praised.'
'In Eternity…' growled the other, and glanced suspiciously at her out of the corners of her eyes.
'How do you do? Are you well?'
'Thank God… so so…'
'How's the old man? Well?'
She was stamping the snow off her clogs near the door.