"Devil take her!" "Devil take her!" "We don't want her!" Hereupon Marek struck his thighs with his palms till the chamber resounded. "I know what's to be done," cried he. "What dost thou know? Speak, do not hide it!" "Let Stanislav have her!" When they heard this the other three sprang from their benches. Marek's idea struck them to the heart so completely that they surrounded Pan Stanislav. "Take her, Stashko!" "It will please us most of all." "If thou love us!" "Do this to please us!" "May God bless you!" cried Mateush; and he raised his eyes heavenward, as he stretched his hands over Stanislav. Stanislav blushed, and he stood there astonished, repeating,-- "Fear God's wounds!" But his heart quivered at the thought, for having passed two whole years with his father amid the dense forests, and seeing few people, he had not met for a legion of days such a marvellous maiden. He had seen some one like her in Brejani, for he had been sent by his father to gain elegance at the court there and a knowledge of government. But he was a lad then, and time had effaced those remote recollections. And now he saw in the midst of those forests unexpectedly just such a beautiful flower as the other one, and men said to him straightway: "Oh take it!" In view of this he was dreadfully shamefaced and answered,-- "Fear God! How could ye or I get her?" But they, as is usual with men who are tipsy, saw no obstacle to anything and insisted. "No man of us will be jealous," said Marek, "take her! We must go to the war whatever happens; we have had watching enough in this forest. Thirty thalers for the whole God-given year. It does not buy drink for us, and what is there left then for clothing? We sold our saddle beasts, and now we hunt wolves with thy horses and outfits--A hard lot for orphans. Better perish in war--But take her thou, if thou love us!" "Take her!" cried out Mateush, "but we will go to Rakuz, to Lyubomirski, to help the Germans in shelling out pagans." "Take her immediately." "Take her to-morrow! To the church with her straightway!" But Stanislav had recovered from astonishment and was as sober as if he had not touched a drop since the morning. "Oh, stop, what are ye saying? Just as if only your will or mine were all that is needed! But what will she say and what will Pan Gideon say? Pan Gideon is self-willed and haughty. Even though the young lady grew friendly in time, he might prefer to see her sow rue than be the wife of any poor devil like me, or like any one of you brothers." "Oh pshaw!" exclaimed Yan. "Is Pan Gideon the Castellan of Cracow, or grand hetman? If he is too high for us let him beware how he thrusts up his nose in our presence. Are the Bukoyemskis too small to be his gossips?"