"Those are wise words!" cried the priest, "and thou must deserve them." Pan Stanislav now embraced Yatsek. "In truth," said he, "I love thee more and more." This turn of affairs was not at all pleasing to the Bukoyemskis, who had not ceased to grit their teeth from the moment of hearing the letter. Following Stanislav they embraced Yatsek also. "No matter how things are," said Lukash at last, "I should do differently in Yatsek's place." "How?" asked the two brothers with curiosity. "That is just it. I don't know how, but I should think out something, and would not yield my position." "Since thou knowst not do not talk." "But ye, do ye know anything?" "Be quiet!" said the priest. "Be sure I shall not leave the letter unanswered. Still, to drop revenge is a Christian and a Catholic action." "Oh but! Even you, father, snatched for a sabre the first moment." "Because I carried a sabre too long. _Mea Culpa!_ Still, as I have said, this fact comes in also. Pan Gideon is old, he has only one arm; iron rules are not in place here. And I tell you, gentlemen, that for this very reason I am disgusted to the last degree with this raging old fellow who makes use of his impunity so unjustly." "Still, it will be too narrow for him in our neighborhood," said Yan Bukoyemski. "Our heads for this: that not a living foot will go under that roof of his." "Meanwhile an answer is needed," said Father Voynovski, "and immediately." For a time yet they considered as to who should write,--Yatsek, at whom the letter was aimed, or the priest to whom it was directed. Yatsek settled the question by saying,-- "For me that whole house and all people in it are as if dead, and it is well for them that in my soul this is settled." "It is well that the bridges are burnt!" said the priest; as he sought pen and paper. "It is well that the bridges are burnt," repeated Yan Bukoyemski, "but it would be better that the mansion rose in smoke! This was our way in the Ukraine: when some strange man came in and knew not how to live with us, we cut him to pieces and up in smoke went his property." No one turned attention to these words save Pan Serafin, who waved his hands with impatience, and answered,-- "You, gentlemen, came in here from the Ukraine, I, from Lvoff, and Pan Gideon from Pomorani; according to your wit Pan Tachevski might count us all as intruders; but know this, that the Commonwealth is a great mansion occupied by a family of nobles, and a noble is at home in every corner." Silence followed, except that from the alcove came the squeaking of a pen and words in an undertone which the priest was dictating to himself. Yatsek rested his forehead on his palms and sat motionless for some time; all at once he straightened himself, looked at those present, and said,-- "There is something in this beyond my understanding." "We do not understand, either," added Lukash, "but if thou wilt pour out more mead we will drink it."