Meanwhile Plavitski returned from Yamish's carriage. "Hast taken notice?" asked he of Pan Stanislav, first of all. "Well, Gantos," said he then, "thou wilt go in thy brichka, for in the carriage there are only two places." "I will go in the brichka, for I am taking a dog to Panna Marynia," answered the young man, who bowed and walked off. After a while Pan Plavitski and Pan Stanislav found themselves on the road to Kremen. "This Gantovski is uncle's relative, I suppose?" asked Pan Stanislav. "The tenth water after a jelly. They are very much fallen. This Adolph has one little farm and emptiness in his pocket." "But in his heart there is surely no emptiness?" Pan Plavitski pouted. "So much the worse for him, if he imagines anything. He may be good, but he is simple. No breeding, no education, no property. Marynia likes him, or rather she endures him." "Ah, does she endure him?" "See thou how it is: I sacrifice myself for her and stay in the country; she sacrifices herself for me and stays in the country. There is no one here; Pani Yamish is considerably older than Marynia; in general, there are no young people; life here is tedious: but what's to be done? Remember, my boy, that life is a series of sacrifices. There is need for thee to carry that principle in thy heart and thy head. Those especially who belong to honorable and more prominent families should not forget this. But Gantovski is with us always on Sunday for dinner; and to-day, as thou hast heard, he is bringing a dog." They dropped into silence, and drove along the sand slowly. The magpies flew before them from birch to birch, this time in the direction of Kremen. Behind Plavitski's little carriage rode in his brichka Pan Gantovski, who, thinking of Pan Stanislav, said to himself,-- "If he comes as a creditor to squeeze them, I'll break his neck; if he comes as a rival, I'll break it too." From childhood, he had cherished hostile feelings toward Polanyetski. In those days they met once in a while. Polanyetski used to laugh at him; and, being a couple of years older, he even beat him. Plavitski and his guest arrived at last, and, half an hour later, all found themselves at table in the dining-room, with Panna Marynia. The young dog, brought by Gantovski, taking advantage of his privilege of guest, moved about under the table, and sometimes got on the knees of those present with great confidence and with delight, expressed by wagging his tail. "That is a Gordon setter," said Gantovski. "He is simple yet; but those dogs are clever, and become wonderfully attached." "He is beautiful, and I am very grateful to you," answered Marynia, looking at the shining black hair and the yellow spots over the eyes of the dog. "Too friendly," added Plavitski, covering his knees with a napkin. "In the field, too, they are better than common setters." "Do you hunt?" asked Pan Stanislav of the young lady. "No; I have never had any desire to do so. And you?"