'We want to beg a favour of the squire'--Slimak refrained with difficulty from bowing again--'that he should let us rent the field close to my property.' 'What for?' 'We've bought a new cow.' 'How much cattle have you?' 'The Lord Jesus possesses five tails in my gospodarstwo, two horses and three cows, not counting the pigs.' 'And have you much land?' 'I wish to God I had, but I have only ten acres, and those are growing more sterile every year.' 'That's because you don't understand agriculture. Ten acres is a large property; in other countries several families live comfortably on that; here it is not enough for one. But what can you expect if you sow nothing but rye?' 'What else should I sow, sir? Wheat doesn't do very well.' 'Vegetables, my friend, that does the trick! The market gardeners near Warsaw pay thirty or forty roubles an acre rent and do excellently well.' Slimak hung his head. He was much perturbed, for he had arrived at the conclusion that the squire would not let him have the field, because he had so much land already, or that he would ask him thirty or forty roubles' rent. What other object could the young gentleman possibly have for saying, such strange things? They were approaching the entrance to the garden. 'I see my sister is in the garden; my brother-in-law is sure to be about too. I will go and tell him of your business.' Slimak bowed low, but inwardly he thought: 'May the pestilence take him! He is impertinent to my wife, stirs up the boy, and puts my cap on my head; but he wants to squeeze money out of me, all the same. I knew he would bring me bad luck.' Sounds of an American organ which the squire was playing came from the house. 'Daddy, daddy, they are playing!' cried Stasiek in great excitement; he was flushed, and trembled with emotion, even Jendrek was affected. Slimak took off his cap and said a prayer for deliverance from the evil spell of the young gentleman. When the organ stopped, they watched this same young gentleman talking to his sister in the garden. 'Look at the lady, dad,' said Jendrek; 'she is just like a horsefly, yellow with black spots, and thin in the waist and fat at the end.' The democrat was putting Slimak's case before his sister, and complained of the signs of servility with which he met at every turn. He said they spoilt his temper. 'But what can I do?' said the lady. 'Go up to them and give them courage.' 'I like that!' she said. 'I arranged a treat for our farm-labourers' children to encourage them, and next day they plundered my peach trees. Go to them? I've done that too. I once went into a cottage where a child was ill, and my clothes smelt so strongly that I had to give them to my maid. No, thank you!' 'All the same, I beg you to do something for these people.' Their conversation had been in French while they were approaching the railings.