The instinct of a woman, which, in these cases, never deceives her, warned Marynia that she had made an uncommon impression on Zavilovski; that that impression increased with every meeting. And this thought did not make her indignant; she did not burst out with the angry question, "How dare he?" since, for that matter, he had not dared anything,--on the contrary, it gave her a certain comfort, certain confidence in her own charm, which at moments she had begun to lose, but withal it roused the greater sorrow that such honor, such enthusiasm, should be shown her by some stranger, and not by "Stas." As to Zavilovski, she felt nothing for him save a great sympathy and good-will; hence her thoughts remained pure. She was incapable of amusing herself through vanity by the suffering of another; and for that reason, not wishing him to go too far, she associated herself willingly with the plan of Pani Aneta of bringing him into more intimate relations with Panna Castelli, though that plan seemed to her as abrupt as it was unintelligible. Moreover, her heart and mind were occupied thoroughly with the questions: Why does that kind, wise, beloved "Stas" not go to the heights with her? why does he not value her as he might? why does he only love her, but is not in love with her? why does he consider her love as something belonging to him, but not as something precious? whence is this, and where lies the cause of it? Every common, selfish nature would have found all the fault in him; Marynia found it in herself. It is true that she made the discovery through foreign aid; but she was always so eager to remove from "Stas" every responsibility, and take it on herself, that though it caused fear, this discovery brought her delight almost. Once, on an afternoon, she was sitting by herself, with her hands on her knees, lost in thoughts and questions to which she could find no answer, when the door opened, and in it appeared the white head-dress and dark robe of a Sister of Charity. "Emilka!" cried Marynia, with delight. "Yes; it is I," said the Sister. "This is a free day for me, and I wished to visit thee. Where is Pan Stanislav?" "Stas is at the Mashkos, but he will return soon. Ah, how glad he will be! Sit down and rest." Pani Emilia sat down and began to talk. "I should run in oftener," said she, "but I have no time. Since this is a free day, I was at Litka's. If you could see how green the place is, and what birds are there!" "We were there a few days ago. All is blooming; and such rest! What a pity that Stas is not at home!" "True; besides, he has a number of Litka's letters. I should like to ask him to lend them to me. Next week I'll run in again and return them."