Pan Stanislav looked out through the window, and saw a young lady in a straw hat stepping out of the equipage. "Hast made the acquaintance of Marynia?" asked Plavitski. "I had the pleasure yesterday." "She is a dear child. I need not tell thee that I live only for her--" At that moment the door opened, and a youthful voice asked, "May I come in?" "Come in, come in; Stas is here!" answered Plavitski. Marynia entered the chamber quickly, with her hat hanging by ribbons over her shoulder; and when she had embraced her father, she gave her hand to Pan Stanislav. In her rose-colored muslin, she looked exceedingly graceful and pretty. There was about her something of the character of Sunday, and with it the freshness of that morning, which was bright and calm. Her hair had been ruffled a little by her hat; her cheeks were blooming; and youth was breathing from her person. To Pan Stanislav, she seemed more joyous and more shapely than the previous evening. "High Mass will be a little later to-day," said she to her father; "for immediately after Mass the canon went to the mill to prepare Pani Siatkovski; she is very ill. Papa will have half an hour yet." "That is well," said Plavitski; "during that time thou wilt become more nearly acquainted with Stas. I tell thee, drop for drop like Anna! But thou hast never seen her. Remember, too, Marynia, that he will be our creditor to-morrow, if he wishes; but to-day he is only our relative and guest." "Very well," answered the young lady; "we shall have a pleasant Sunday." "You went to sleep so late yesterday," said Pan Stanislav, "and to-day you were at early Mass." She answered merrily, "The cook and I go to early Mass that we may have time afterward to think of dinner." "I forgot to mention," said Pan Stanislav, "that I bring you salutations from Pani Emilia Hvastovski." "I have not seen Emilia for a year and a half, but we write to each other often. She is about to visit Reichenhall, for the sake of her little daughter." "She was ready to start when I saw her." "But how is the little girl?" "She is in her twelfth year; she has grown beyond measure, and is pale. It does not seem that she is very healthy." "Do you visit Emilia often?" "Rather often. She is almost my only acquaintance in Warsaw. Besides, I like Pani Emilia very much." "Tell me, my boy," inquired Plavitski, taking a pair of fresh gloves from the table, and putting them into a breast-pocket, "what is thy particular occupation in Warsaw?" "I am what is called an 'affairist;' I have a commission house in company with a certain Bigiel. I speculate in wheat and sugar, sometimes in timber; in anything that gives profit." "I have heard that thou art an engineer?" "I have my specialty. But on my return I could not find occupation at any factory, and I began at mercantile transactions, all the more readily that I had some idea of them. But my specialty is dyeing." "How dost thou say?" inquired Plavitski. "Dyeing."