He was a man in the essence of things greatly disenchanted with people, a little consumptive, and very satirical. He possessed, however, a certain share of humor, which permitted him to see the laughable side of things, especially of very small things; in this he resembled Bukatski somewhat, and made sport of his own fault-finding. He permitted others to make sport of it also, but within measure. When the measure was passed, he straightened himself suddenly, and squeezed people to excess; in view of this he was looked on as dangerous. It was said of him that in a number of cases he had found courage where many would have lacked it, and that, in general, he could "carry his nose high." He did not respect any one nor anything, except his own really very noble physiognomy; time, especially, he did not respect, for he was late always and everywhere. Coming in to Pan Stanislav's on this occasion, he began at once, after the greeting, to explain his tardiness,-- "Have you not noticed," asked he, "that if a man is in a real hurry, and very anxious to hasten, the things he needs most vanish purposely? The servant seeks his hat,--it is gone; looks for his overshoes,--they are not there; hunts for his pocket-book,--it is not to be had. I will wager that this is so always." "It happens thus," said Pan Stanislav. "I have, in fact, invented a cure. When something has gone from me as if it had fallen into water, I sit down, smile, and say aloud: 'I love to lose a thing in this way, I do passionately;' my man looks for it, becomes lively, stirs about, passes the time,--that is very wholesome and agreeable. And what will you say? Right away the lost article is found." "A patent might be taken for such an invention," answered Pan Stanislav; "but let us speak of Mashko's affair." "We must go to Yamish. Mashko has sent me a paper which he has written for Gantovski. He is unwilling to change a word; but it is an impossible statement, too harsh,--it cannot be accepted. I understand that a duel is waiting for us, nothing else; I see no other outcome." "Gantovski has intrusted himself to Pan Yamish in everything, and he will do all that Yamish commands. But Yamish, to begin with, is also indignant at Gantovski; secondly, he is a sick man, mild, calm, so that who knows that he may not accept such conditions." "Pan Yamish is an old dotard," said Kresovski; "but let us go, for it is late." They went out. After a while the sleigh halted before the hotel. Pan Yamish was waiting for them, but he received them in his dressing-gown, for he was really in poor health. Kresovski, looking at his intelligent, but careworn and swollen face, thought,-- "He is really ready to agree to everything." "Sit down, gentlemen," said Pan Yamish; "I came only three days ago, and though I do not feel well, I am glad, for perhaps the affair may be settled. Believe me that I was the first to rub the ears of my water-burner."