Pan Stanislav from his soul wished him to choke, for he felt that he might have received some kind word from Marynia, and he felt that the moment had passed. In fact, Marynia went to embrace Pani Bigiel; on her return she did not resume the interrupted conversation, and he dared not ask her directly for an answer. Immediately after dinner came Pani and Panna Kraslavski: the mother, a woman about fifty years old, animated, self-confident, talkative; the daughter, the complete opposite of her mother, formal, dry, cold, pronouncing "tek," instead of "tak," but for the rest with a full, though pale face, reminding one somewhat of the faces of Holbein's Madonnas. Pan Stanislav began out of malice to entertain her; but, looking from time to time at the fresh face and blue eyes of Marynia, he said to himself, "If thou hadst given even one kind word! thou,--thou, the pitiless." And he grew more and more angry, so that when Panna Kraslavski said "memme" instead of "mamma," he inquired harshly,-- "Who is that?" "Memme," however, displayed her whole supply of facts, or rather suppositions, concerning the suicide of Ploshovski. "Imagine," said she, with warmth, "it came to my head at once that he shot himself because of the death of Pani Krovitski. Lord light her soul! she was a coquette, and I never liked her. She coquetted with him so that I was afraid to take Terka to any place where they were together, because her conduct was simply a bad example for such a young girl. What is true, is true! Lord light her soul! Terka, too, had no sympathy for her." "Ah, Pani," said Pani Emilia, "I have always heard that she was an angel." And Bukatski, who had never seen Pani Krovitski in his life, turned to Pani Kraslavski and said phlegmatically,-- "Madame, _je vous donne ma parole d'honneur_ that she was an archangel." Pani Kraslavski was silent a moment, not knowing what to answer; then, flushing up, she would have answered something sharp, were it not that Bukatski, as a man of wealth, might in a given event be a good match for Terka. Pan Stanislav enjoyed the same consideration in her eyes; and for these two exclusively she kept up summer relations with the Bigiels, whom she did not recognize when they met her by chance on the street. "With gentlemen," said she, "every presentable woman is an angel or an archangel. I do not like this, even when they say it to me about Terka. Pani Krovitski might be a good person, but she had no tact; that is the whole question."