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"She gathered the flowers and did not mention the mishap."
And Miss Anney, turning the bouquet about and examining it, said:
"An apple-blossom is in the middle,--the good-for-nothing girl plucked it from some little tree, for which she must be reprimanded; these are spearwort, those primroses, and those pennyroyal, which are now coming out."
"It is, however, astonis.h.i.+ng that you speak Polish so well," observed Dolhanski; "why, you even know the names of plants."
"I heard them from the lips of the village maids in Zalesin at Zosia's," answered Miss Anney. "Besides, I evidently possess linguistic abilities for I learned from them to speak in a rustic style."
"Truly," cried Ladislaus, "could you say something in peasant fas.h.i.+on.
Say something, Miss Anney! Do!" he entreated, folding his hands as if in prayer.
She began to laugh and feigning shyness, bowed her head and putting the back part of her hand to her forehead, as bashful peasants girls usually do, said, drawling each word somewhat:
"I would do that only I do not dare--"
Laughter and bravos resounded; only Pani Zosia glanced at her with a peculiar look and she, by becoming confused, enhanced her beauty to such an extent that Ladislaus was completely captivated.
"Ah! now one could lose his head," he cried with unfeigned ardor. "I pledge my word, one could lose his head."
And Gronski, who in common with the others fell into good humor, said in a low voice:
"And even consummatum est."
But further conversation was interrupted by the rattle of the carriage wheels which could be heard in the courtyard and ceased at the balcony.
"What is that?" asked Gronski.
"I am sending for the doctor for Mother," answered Ladislaus, rising.
"Whoever has any errands in the city may speak."
Dolhanski and Gronski also rose and went out with him into the vestibule.
"I was about to ask you for a horse," said Gronski. "I know that you have but one saddle for ladies in Jastrzeb, so I ordered another one and must receive it in person at the post-office. I did not want to speak about it before the ladies as it is to be a surprise."
"Good!" answered Krzycki, "but I will give you another carriage, for Laskowicz is leaving by this one and you surely would prefer not to ride with him."
"He?" cried Dolhanski. "You do not know him then. He is ready to ride with old Aunt Beelzebub, if he could pull her by the tongue and do all the talking and descanting."
"There is a little truth in that," said Gronski. "I am a veritable chatterbox. Indeed, I will willingly go with Laskowicz and will try to get him into a talkative mood for, after all, he does interest me. Did you conclude with him this morning?"
"Yes. I must see Mother for a while and tell her about it. I finished with him and in addition finished peaceably. I, at least, was perfectly calm."
"So much the better. Go to your mother and I will go to my room for a linen duster; for the dust on the road must be quite thick. I will be back soon."
In fact he returned in a few minutes, dressed in a linen coat. About the same time a servant brought down Laskowicz's trunk, and soon the latter appeared, wrapped up in himself and gloomy as night, for the thought that he would not behold his "alabaster statuette" filled him with pain and sorrow; the more so, as after those hypnotic exertions, when daylight restored him to his senses, he began to feel guilty of an offence against her. Instead of swallowing with unnecessary haste his breakfast in his room upstairs, he might have come downstairs and gazed upon Pani Marynia for half an hour longer; but he had not wished to do that because, in the first place, he had not cared to meet Krzycki and, again, he felt that in such company he would enact the role of Pilate in Credo. At that moment he regretted that he had not come down and feasted his eyes with her form for the last time.
But a pleasant surprise awaited him when the young ladies, in the company of Dolhanski and Ladislaus, came out on the balcony; and afterwards little a.n.u.sia, with whom he was always on friendly terms, having learned that he was leaving, ran with eyes overflowing with tears, pouting lips, and a bunch of flowers in her chubby fist to bid him good-bye. The young student took the flowers from her, kissed her hand, and with heavy heart sat in the carriage beside Gronski, who in the meantime was chatting with Pani Otocka.
a.n.u.sia descended the stairs of the balcony and stood close to the carriage doors; upon perceiving which Marynia hastened after her and, evidently fearing that the little girl might be jolted when the carriage started to move, took her hand and began to comfort her.
"Of course he will not forget you," she said, bending over the little girl, "he surely will write to you and when he becomes very lonesome, will return."
After which, raising her eyes directly at Laskowicz:
"Is it not true, sir? You will not forget her?"
Laskowicz gazed into the depths of the pellucid pupils of her eyes, as if he wished to penetrate them to the bottom, and being really moved, replied with emphasis:
"I will not forget."
"Ah, you see," and Marynia pacified a.n.u.sia.
But at that moment Krzycki approached.
"Mother directed me to bid you G.o.d-speed." And he immediately shouted to the driver: "Drive on."
The carriage moved, described a circle in the courtyard, and disappeared on the avenue beyond the gate.
Miss Anney and the two sisters now went to Pani Krzycki, desiring to keep her company at breakfast, which she on the days of her painful suffering ate in bed. Ladislaus, recalling that he ordered some fish to be caught, walked directly across the garden towards the pond to see whether the catch was successful.
But before he reached the bank, at a turning of the shady yoked elm lane, he unexpectedly met his morning's vision of "Diana in the fountain."
At the sight of him the maid stood still; at first her countenance flushed as if a live flame pa.s.sed through it; after which she grew so pale that the dark down above her lips became more marked, and she stood motionless, with downcast eyes and heaving breast, bewildered and abashed.
But he spoke out with perfect freedom:
"Good-day! good-day! Ah, what is your name?"
"Pauline," she murmured, not raising her eyes.
"A beautiful name." After which, he smiled somewhat roguishly and added:
"But Panna Pauly--the next time--there is a bolt."
"I will drown myself," cried the maid in a hysterical voice.
And he began to speak in persuasive tones:
"Why? For what? Why, no one is to blame,--that was a pure accident. I will not tell anybody about it and that I had seen such beauty; that was only my luck."
And he proceeded to the fis.h.i.+ng place.
She followed his shapely form with her tear-dimmed eyes and stood on the spot for quite a while in reverie, for it seemed to her that by reason of the secret known to them alone something had transpired between them which would unite them forever.
And afterwards when she recollected how that charming young heir of Jastrzeb had seen her, she shuddered from head to foot.