He stretched forth his long arms, with which he gesticulated, when, forgetting his timidity, he spoke freely, and said,-- "O sincerity! in art and in life, that is the one thing!" But Marynia began, in defence of those ladies: "People, and especially men, are frequently unjust, and take their own judgments, or even suppositions, for reality. As to Pani Osnovski and Lineta, how is it possible to suspect them of insincerity? They are joyful, kind, cordial, and whence should that come if not from good hearts?" Then, turning to Zavilovski, she began at him, partly in earnest, partly in jest, "You have not such an honest nature as Pani Bigiel says, for those ladies praise you, and you criticise them--" But Pan Stanislav interrupted her with his usual vivacity: "Oh, thou art an innocent, and measurest all things with thy own measure. Wilt thou understand this, that petty cordiality and kindness may flow also from selfishness, which likes to be cosey and comfortable. "If you," said he, turning to Zavilovski, "pay such homage to sincerity, it is sitting before you! You have here a real type of it." "I know that! I know that!" said Zavilovski, with warmth. "But is it thy wish to have me otherwise?" inquired Marynia, laughing. He laughed also, and answered: "No, I would not. But, by the way, what a happiness it is that thou are not too small, and hast no need of heels; for shouldst thou wear them, chronic inflammation of the conscience would strike thee for deceiving people." Marynia, seeing that Zavilovski's eyes were turned toward her feet, hid them under the table involuntarily, and, changing the subject, said,-- "But your volume is coming out these days, I think?" "It would have been published already, but I added one poem; that causes delay." "And may we know what the poem is called?" "Lilia" (Lily). "Is it not Lilia-Lineta?" "No; it is not Lilia-Lineta."