"Litka will obtain that for thee. I inquired only because thou wert in appearance somehow gloomy, as I entered. But I know best how he loved thee, and how unhappy he was when thou wert angry with him because of Kremen." Marynia's face was bright with a smile. So pleasant to her was every word of his former love that she was ready to listen to that kind of narrative, even if it went on forever. Pani Emilia continued, while touching her hand: "But thou, ugly child, wert so cruel as neither to value nor regard his true attachment, and I was angry at times with thee. At times I feared for the honest Pan Stanislav; I was afraid that he would grow sick of life, lose his mind, or become misanthropic. For seest thou when one wrinkle is made in the depth of the heart, it may not be smoothed for a lifetime." Marynia raised her head, and began to blink as if some light had struck her eyes suddenly. "Emilka, Emilka!" cried she, "how wise thy discourse is!" Pani Emilia was called now "Sister Aniela;" but Marynia always gave her her old name. "What! wise? I am just talking of old times. But Litka will implore for thee happiness, which God will grant, for thou and Stas deserve it, both of you." And she made ready to go. Marynia tried to detain her till "Stas" came, but in vain, for work was awaiting her in the institution. She chatted, however, at the door, fifteen minutes longer, in the manner of women; at last she went away, promising to visit them again the coming week. Marynia returned to her armchair at the window, and, resting her head on her hand, fell to meditating on Pani Emilia's words; after a while she said, in an undertone,-- "The fault is mine."