"For God's sake!" said Korf, "in the upper hall the window-panes are rattling. You gentlemen do not think what an awkward time you have chosen for your shouting. How can you treat envoys with disrespect, and give an example of insubordination? Who roused you to this?" "I," said Zagloba. "Your grace, tell the prince, in the name of us all, that we beg him to be firm, that we are ready to remain with him to the last drop of our blood." "I thank you, gentlemen, in the name of the hetman, I thank you; but I beg you to disperse. Consider, worthy gentlemen. By the living God, consider that you are sinking the country! Whoso insults an envoy to-day, renders a bear's service to the Commonwealth." "What do we care for envoys! We want to fight, not to negotiate!" "Your courage comforts me. The time for fighting will come before long, God grant very soon. Rest now before the expedition. It is time for a drink of spirits and lunch. It is bad to fight on an empty stomach." "That is as true as I live!" cried Zagloba, first. "True, he struck the right spot. Since the prince knows our sentiments, we have nothing to do here!" And the crowd began to disperse. The greater part flowed on to rooms in which many tables were already spread. Zagloba sat at the head of one of them. Pan Korf and Colonel Ganhoff returned then to the prince, who was sitting at counsel with the Swedish envoys, Bishop Parchevski, Father Byalozor, Pan Adam Komorovski, and Pan Alexander Myerzeyevski, a courtier of Yan Kazimir, who was stopping for the time in Kyedani. "Who incited that tumult?" asked the prince, from whose lion-like face anger had not yet disappeared. "It was that noble who has just come here, that famous Zagloba," answered Pan Korf. "That is a brave knight," said the prince, "but he is beginning to manage me too soon." Having said this, he beckoned to Colonel Ganhoff and whispered something in his ear. Zagloba meanwhile, delighted with himself, went to the lower halls with solemn tread, having with him Volodyovski, with Yan and Stanislav Skshetuski. "Well, friends, I have barely appeared and have roused love for the country in those nobles. It will be easier now for the prince to send off the envoys with nothing, for all he has to do is to call upon us. That will not be, I think, without reward, though it is more a question of honor with me. Why have you halted, Michael, as if turned to stone, with eyes fixed on that carriage at the gate?" "That is she!" said Volodyovski, with twitching mustaches. "By the living God, that is she herself!" "Who?" "Panna Billevich." "She who refused you?" "The same. Look, gentlemen, look! Might not a man wither away from regret?" "Wait a minute!" said Zagloba, "we must have a closer look." Meanwhile the carriage, describing a half-circle, approached the speakers. Sitting in it was a stately noble with gray mustaches, and at his side Panna Aleksandra; beautiful as ever, calm, and full of dignity.