At that moment the elder prisoner turned wearily on to his side, and said, 'Good-night, Władek.' Silence followed. An hour passed.
The wind played like the Pognębin organ. The prisoners lay silent. Suddenly the younger prisoner, raising himself a little by an effort, called, 'Karol?'
'What?'
'Are you asleep?'
'No.'
'Listen! I am afraid. Say what you like, but I shall pray.'
'Pray, then.'
'Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come.'
Sobs suddenly interrupted the young prisoner's words, yet the broken voice was still heard: 'Thy—will—be—done!'
'Oh Jesu!' something cried in Bartek, 'Oh Jesu!'