note and bid me tell you by word of mouth, father, that he would dine with us on his way back."
"Did he say that?"
"Yes."
"Have you heard it?" said the headman, with a solemn air turning to his companions. "The Commissary himself, in his own person, comes to us, that is to me, to dine." The headman lifted a finger and bent his head as though he were listening to something. "The Commissary, do you hear, the Commissary is coming to dine with me! What do you think, Mr Notary? And what do you think, friend? That is not a little honour, is it?"
"As far as I can recollect," the notary broke in, "no Commissary has ever dined with a headman."
"All headmen are not alike," he answered with a self-satisfied air. Then he uttered a hoarse laugh and said, "What do you think, Mr Notary? Isn't it right to order that in honour of the distinguished guest, a fowl, linen, and other things should be offered by every cottage?"
"Yes, they should."
"And when is the wedding to be, father?" asked Levko.
"Wedding! I should like to celebrate your wedding in my way! Well, in honour of the
