was seizing with his ear the sound of Olenka's words, the flutter of her silver dress, and from sorrow moving his mustaches in such fashion as if he wished to frighten away Panna Syelavski with them.
"Ah, that is a wonderful maiden! Ah, but she is beautiful!" said he, in his mind. "O God, look down on my misery, for there is no lonelier orphan than I. My soul is piping within me to have my own beloved, and on whomsoever I look another soldier stands quartered there. Where shall I go, ill-fated wanderer?"
"And after the war, what do you think of doing?" inquired Panna Syelavski, all at once pursing up her mouth and fanning herself violently.
"I shall go to a monastery!" said the little knight, testily.
"Who mentions a monastery here at the banquet?" cried Kmita, joyously, bending in front of Olenka. "Oh, that is Pan Volodyovski."
"There is nothing like that in your head," retorted Pan Michael; "but I think I shall go."
Then the sweet voice of Olenka sounded in his ear: " Oh, no need to think of that ! God will give you a wife beloved of your heart, and honest as you are."
The good Pan Michael melted at once: "If any one were to play on a flute to me, it would not be sweeter to my ear."
The increasing bustle stopped further conversation, for it had come now to the glasses. Excitement increased. Colonels disputed about the coming war, frowning and casting fiery glances.
Pan Zagloba was describing to the whole table the siege of Zbaraj ; and the ardor and daring of the hearers rose till the blood went to their faces and hearts. It might seem that the spirit of the immortal "Yarema"[1] was flying above that hall, and had filled the souls of the soldiers with heroic inspiration.
"That was a leader!" said the famous Mirski, who led all Radzivill's hussars. " I saw him only once, but to the moment of my death I shall remember it."
"Jove with thunderbolts in his grasp!" cried old Stankyevich. "It would not have come to this were he alive now!"
"Yes; think of it! Beyond Romni he had forests cut down to open a way for himself to the enemy."
"The victory at Berestechko was due to him."
"And in the most serious moment God took him."
- ↑ Prince Yeremi Vishnyevetski.
