"That's the kind we wanted for you," answered Ranitski. "Well, when is the wedding to be?"
"The minute the mourning is over."
"Oh, fie on the mourning! Children are not born black, but white."
"When the wedding comes, there will be no mourning. Hurry, Yendrus!"
"Hurry, Yendrus!" all began to exclaim at once.
"The little bannerets of Orsha are crying in heaven for the earth," said Kokosinski.
"Don't make the poor little things wait!"
"Mighty lords," added Rekuts-Leliva, with a thin voice, "at the wedding we'll drink ourselves drunk as fools."
"My dear lambs," said Kmita, "pardon me, or, speaking more correctly, go to a hundred devils, let me look around in my own house."
"Nonsense!" answered Uhlik. "To-morrow the inspection, but now all to the table; there is a pair of demijohns there yet with big bellies."
"We have already made inspection for you. This Lyubich is a golden apple," said Ranitski.
"A good stable!" cried Zend; "there are two ponies, two splendid hussar horses, a pair of Jmud horses, and a pair of Kalmuks, — all in pairs, like eyes in the head. We will look at the mares and colts to-morrow."
Here Zend neighed like a horse; they wondered at his perfect imitation, and laughed.
"Is there such good order here?" asked Kmita, rejoiced.
"And how the cellar looks!" piped Rekuts; "resinous kegs and mouldy jugs stand like squadrons in ranks."
"Praise be to God for that! let us sit down at the table."
"To the table! to the table!"
They had barely taken their places and filled their cups when Ranitski sprang up again: "To the health of the Under-chamberlain Billevich!"
"Stupid!" answered Kmita, "how is that? You are drinking the health of a dead man."
"Stupid!" repeated the others. "The health of the master!"
"Your health!"
"May we get good in these chambers!"
Kmita cast his eyes involuntarily along the dining-hall, and he saw on the larchwood walls, blackened by age, a row of stern eyes fixed on him. Those eyes were gazing out of
