"The times are such now that one must take up anything," said Plavitski, with dignity. "I am not the man to take that ill of thee. If thou wilt only retain the honorable old traditions of the family, no occupation brings shame to a man." Pan Stanislav, to whom the appearance of the young lady had brought back his good nature, and who was amused by the sudden "grandezza" of the old man, showed his sound teeth in a smile, and answered,-- "Praise God for that!" Panna Plavitski smiled in like manner, and said, "Emilia, who likes you very much, wrote to me once that you conduct your business perfectly." "The only difficulty in this country is with Jews; still competition is easy. And with Jews it is possible to get on by abstaining from anti-Semitic manifestoes. As to Pani Emilia, however, she knows as much about business as does her little Litka." "Yes; she has never been practical. Had it not been for her husband's brother, Pan Teofil Hvastovski, she would have lost all she has. But Pan Teofil loves Litka greatly." "Who doesn't love Litka? I, to begin with, am dying about her. She is such a marvellous child, and such a favorite; I tell you that I have a real weakness for her." Panna Marynia looked attentively at his honest, vivacious face, and thought, "He must be a little whimsical, but he has a good heart." Plavitski remarked, meanwhile, that it was time for Mass, and he began to take farewell of Marynia in such fashion as if he were going on a journey of some months; then he made the sign of the cross on her head, and took his hat. The young lady pressed Pan Stanislav's hand with more life than at the morning greeting; he, when sitting in the little equipage, repeated in his mind, "Oh, she is very nice, very sympathetic." Beyond the alley, by which Pan Stanislav had come the night before, the equipage rolled over a road which was beset here and there with old and decayed birches standing at unequal distances from one another. On one side stretched a potato-field, on the other an enormous plain of wheat, with heavy bent heads, which seemed to sleep in the still air and in the full light of the sun. Before the carriage, magpies and hoopoes flew among the birches. Moving along paths through the yellow sea of wheat, and hidden in it to their shoulders, went village maidens with red kerchiefs on their heads, which resembled blooming poppies. "Good wheat," said Pan Stanislav. "Not bad. What is in man's power is done, and what God gives He gives. Thou art young, my dear, so I give thee a precept, which in future will be of service to thee more than once, 'Do always that which pertains to thee, and leave the rest to the Lord God.' He knows best what we need. The harvest will be good this year; I know that beforehand, for when God is going to touch me with anything, He sends a sign." "What is it?" asked Pan Stanislav, with astonishment.