Yozef conducted him then to a chamber at the other end of the house. Pan Stanislav entered, and at the first moment did not recognize Pan Plavitski. He remembered him as a person in the bloom of life and very good-looking; now an old man stood before him, with a face as wrinkled as a baked apple,--a face to which small blackened mustaches strove in vain to lend the appearance of youth. Hair as black as the mustaches, and parted low at the side of the head, indicated also pretensions as yet unextinguished. But Plavitski opened his arms: "Stas! how art thou, dear boy? Come hither!" And, pointing to his white shirt, he embraced the head of Pan Stanislav, and pressed it to his bosom, which moved with quick breathing. The embrace continued a long time, and for Pan Stanislav, much too long. Plavitski said at last,-- "Let me look at thee, Anna, drop for drop! My poor beloved Anna!" and Plavitski sobbed; then he wiped with his heart finger[1] his right eyelid, on which, however, there was not a tear, and repeated,-- "As like Anna as one drop is like another! Thy mother was always for me the best and the most loving relative." Pan Stanislav stood before him confused, also somewhat stunned by a reception such as he had not expected, and by the odor of wax, powder, and various perfumes, which came from the face, mustaches, and shirt of the old man. "How is my dear uncle?" asked he at last, judging that this title, which moreover he had given in years of childhood to Plavitski, would answer best to the solemn manner of his reception. "How am I?" repeated Plavitski. "Not long for me now, not long! But just for this reason I greet thee in my house with the greater affection,--I greet thee as a father. And if the blessing of a man standing over the grave, and who at the same time is the eldest member of the family, has in thy eyes any value, I give it thee." And seizing Pan Stanislav's head a second time, he kissed it and blessed him. The young man changed still more, and constraint was expressed on his face. His mother was a relative and friend of Plavitski's first wife: to Plavitski himself no affectionate feelings had ever attracted her, so far as he could remember; hence the solemnity of the reception, to which he was forced to yield, was immensely disagreeable to him. Pan Stanislav had not the least family feeling for Plavitski. "This monkey," thought he, "is blessing me instead of talking money;" and he was seized by a certain indignation, which might help him to explain matters clearly. "Now sit down, dear boy," said Plavitski, "and be as if in thy own house." Pan Stanislav took a seat, and began, "Dear uncle, for me it is very pleasant to visit uncle. I should have done so surely, even without business; but uncle knows that I have come also on that affair which my mother--" Here the old man laid his hand on Pan Stanislav's knee suddenly. "But hast thou drunk coffee?" asked he. "I have," answered Pan Stanislav, driven from his track.