It was not much further to Pognębin.
CHAPTER X
'The Election! The Election!'
Countess Marya Jarzyński's head was full of it, and she thought, talked and dreamt of nothing else.
'You are a great politician,' an aristocratic neighbour said to her, kissing her small hands in a snake-like way. But the 'great politician' blushed like a cherry, and answered with a beautiful smile:—
'Oh, we only do what we can!'
'Count Józef will be elected,' the nobleman said with conviction, and the 'great politician' answered:—
'I should wish it very much, though not alone for Józef's sake, but' (here the 'great politician' dropped her imprudent hands again), 'for the common cause...'