In fact, they set out a quarter of an hour later. Pani Osnovski's Chinese eyes were full of satisfaction and repose. Wearing an iris-colored robe, in which she might pass for the eighth wonder of the world, she looked really like a rusalka.[6] And before they had reached St. Paul's, Pan Stanislav did not know how Pani Osnovski, who had not spoken on this subject to him, had been able somehow to say to him, or at least to give him to understand, more or less as follows: "Thy wife is a pleasant little woman from the country; of my husband nothing need be said. We two only are able to understand each other and share impressions." But he resolved to torment her. When they arrived at St. Paul's, which Pani Osnovski did not mention otherwise than as "San Poolo fuori le Mura,"[7] her husband wished to stop the carriage, but she said,-- "We will stop when returning, for we shall know then how much time is left for this place; but now we'll go straight to the Three Fountains." Turning to Pan Stanislav, she continued, "There are in this famous place various things, about which I should like to ask you." "Then you will do badly, for I know nothing at all of these matters." It appeared soon, on passing various monuments, that of the whole party Pan Osnovski knew most. The poor man had been studying the guide-books from morning till evening, so that he might be a guide for his wife, and also to please her with his knowledge. But she cared nothing for explanations which her husband could give, precisely because they came from him. The insolent self-assurance with which Pan Stanislav had confessed that he had no idea of antiquities was more to her taste. Beyond St. Paul's opened out a view on the Campagna with its aqueducts, which seemed to run toward the city in haste, and on the Alban hills, veiled, as they were, with the blue haze of distance,--a view at once calm and bright. Pani Osnovski gazed for some time with a dreamy look, and then inquired,-- "Have you been in Albani or Nemi?" "No," answered Pan Stanislav; "sitting to Svirski breaks the day so for us that we cannot make long excursions till the portrait is finished." "We have been there; but when you are going, take me with you, take me with you! Is it agreed? Will you permit?" added she, turning to Marynia. "I shall be a fifth wheel to some extent, but never mind. Besides, I shall sit quietly, very quietly, in a corner of the carriage, and not give out one mru mru! Is it agreed?" "Oi! little one, little one," said Pan Osnovski.