high time to remember the country and move to the field. 'Tis a sin to be idle in time of such troubles."
"Do not mention going away."
"It is difficult to do otherwise. It is pleasant for me here among you; but the better it is, the worse it is. Let men in the Diet give wise reasons, but a soldier longs for the field. While there is life there is service. After death God, who looks into the heart, will reward best those who serve not for advancement, but through love of the country; and indeed the number of such is decreasing continually, and that is why the black hour has come."
Marysia's eyes began to grow moist; at last they were filled with tears which flowed down her rosy cheeks." You will go and forget us, and we shall pine away here. Who in this place will defend us from attack?"
"I go, but I shall preserve my gratitude. It is rare to find such honest people as in Patsuneli. Are you always afraid of this Kmita?"
"Of course. Mothers frighten their children with him as with a werewolf."
"He will not come back, and even if he should he will not have with him those wild fellows, who, judging from what people say, were worse than he. It is a pity indeed that such a good soldier stained his reputation and lost his property."
"And the lady."
"And the lady. They say much good in her favor."
"Poor thing! for whole days she just cries and cries."
"H'm!" said Volodyovski; "but is she not crying for Kmita?"
"Who knows?" replied Marysia.
"So much the worse for her, for he will not come back. The hetman sent home a part of the Lauda men, and those forces are here now. We wanted to cut him down at once without the court. He must know that the Lauda men have returned, and he will not show even his nose."
"Likely our men must march again," said Terka, "for they received only leave to come home for a short time."
"Eh!" said Volodyovski, " the hetman let them come, for there is no money in the treasury. It is pure despair! When people are most needed they have to be sent away. But good-night! it is time to sleep, and let none of you dream of Pan Kmita with a fiery sword."
Volodyovski rose from the bench and prepared to leave
