"I understand your attachment to this place. Besides, when one puts labor into anything, one is attached to it still more. I understand too that in the country it is possible to have pleasant moments like this; but, besides, it is agreeable here. In the city weariness seizes men sometimes, especially those who, like me, are plunged to their ears in accounts, and who, besides, are alone. Pan Bigiel, my partner, has a wife, he has children,--that is pleasant. But how is it with me? I say to myself often: I am at work, but what do I get for it? Grant that I shall have a little money, but what then?--nothing. To-morrow ever the same as to-day: Work and work. You know, Panna Plavitski, when a man devotes himself to something, when he moves with the impetus of making money, for example, money seems to him an object. But moments come in which I think that Vaskovski, my original, is right, and that no one whose name ends in _ski_ or _vich_ can ever put his whole soul into such an object and rest in it exclusively. He declares that there is in us yet the fresh memory of a previous existence, and that in general the Slavs have a separate mission. He is a great original, a philosopher, and a mystic. I argue with him, and make money as I can; but now, for example, when I am walking with you in this garden, it seems to me in truth that he is right." For a time they walked on without speaking. The light became ruddier every instant, and their faces were sunk, as it were, in that gleam. Friendly, reciprocal feelings rose in them each moment. They felt pleasant and calm in each other's society. Of this Pan Stanislav was sensible seemingly, for, after a while, he remarked,-- "That is true, too, which Pani Emilia told me. She said that one has more confidence, and feels nearer to you in an hour than to another in a month. I have verified this. It seems to me that I have known you for a long time. I think that only persons unusually kind can produce this impression." "Emilia loves me much," answered Marynia, with simplicity; "that is why she praises me. Even if what she says were true, I will add that I have not the power to be such with all persons." "You made on me, yesterday, another impression, indeed; but you were tired then and drowsy." "I was, in some degree." "And why did you not go to bed? The servants might have made tea for me, or I might have done without it." "No; we are not so inhospitable as that. Papa said that one of us should receive you. I was afraid that he would wait himself for you, and that would have injured him; so I preferred to take his place." "In that regard thou mightst have been at ease," thought Pan Stanislav; "but thou art an honest maiden to defend the old egotist." Then he said, "I beg your pardon for having begun to speak of business at once. That is a mercantile habit. But I reproached myself afterward. 'Thou art this and that kind of man,' thought I; and with shame do I beg your pardon."