"That Zavilovski has so stuck in my mind that Yozio has begun to be jealous of him; but in the end of the affair, Yozio, poor fellow, doesn't know himself what to think. I am sure that he and Lineta are created for each other,--not Yozio and Lineta, but Zavilovski and Lineta. That poetry, that poetry! And don't laugh, Marynia; don't think me moonstruck. Thou dost not know Lineta. She needs some uncommon man. She wouldn't marry Kopovski for anything, though Kopovski looks like an archangel. Such a face as Kopovski has, I have never seen in life. In Italy, perhaps, in some picture, and even then not. Knowest thou what Lineta says of him?--'C'est un imbécile.' But still she looks at him. Think how beautiful that would be, if they should become acquainted, and love, and take each other,--that is, not Kopovski and Lineta, but Zavilovski and Lineta. That would be a couple! Lineta, with her aspirations, whom can she find? Where is there a man for her? What we have seen, that we have seen. I imagine how they would live. It is so wearisome in the world that when it is possible to have such a plan, it is worth while to work for it. Moreover, I know that that will succeed without difficulty, for Aunt Bronich is wringing her hands,--where can she find a husband for Lineta? I am afraid that I have worn thee out, and surely I have tormented thee; but it is so nice to talk, especially when one is making some plan." In fact, Marynia felt, as it were, a turning of the head after Pani Aneta had gone. Still when Pan Stanislav came in, she told him of the plans prepared against Zavilovski, and, laughing a little at the eagerness of Pani Aneta, said at last,-- "She must have a good heart, and she pleases me; but what an enthusiast! What is there that doesn't rush through her head?" "She is impetuous, but no enthusiast," answered Pan Stanislav; "and see what the difference is,--enthusiasm comes almost always from the warmth of a good heart, while impetuousness frequently agrees with a dry heart, and often comes even from this, that the head is hot, and the heart is asleep." "Thou hast no liking for Pani Aneta," said Marynia. Pan Stanislav did not indeed like her; but this time, instead of confirming or contradicting, he looked at his wife with a certain curiosity, and that moment her beauty struck him,--her hair flowing in disorder on the pillow, and her small face coming out of the dark waves, just like a flower. Her eyes seemed bluer than usual; through her open mouth was to be seen the row of small white teeth. Pan Stanislav approached her, and said in an undertone,-- "How beautiful thou art to-day!" And, bending over her, with changed face, he fell to kissing her eyes and mouth. But every kiss moved her, and each movement caused pain. It was disagreeable, besides, that he had noticed her beauty as if by accident; his expression of face was distasteful to her, and his inattention; therefore she turned away her head.