The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1Sienkiewicz, Henryk
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The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1
Sienkiewicz, Henryk
Historical fiction; Poland -- History -- John II Casimir, 1648-1668 -- Fiction
"You say that laughing. But we are still in the servants' hall; I beg
you to the reception-room. After a long road doubtless supper will be
acceptable. I beg you to follow me."
Here Olenka turned to Panna Kulvyets. "Auntie, dear, come with us."
The young banneret glanced quickly. "Aunt?" he inquired,--"whose aunt?"
"Mine,--Panna Kulvyets."
"Then she is mine!" answered he, going to kiss her hand. "I have in my
company an officer named Kulvyets-Hippocentaurus. Is he not a
relative?"
"He is of the same family," replied the old maid, with a courtesy.
"A good fellow, but a whirlwind like myself," added Kmita.
Meanwhile a boy appeared with a light. They went to the antechamber,
where Pan Andrei removed his shuba; then they passed to the
reception-room.
Immediately after their departure the spinners gathered in a close
circle, and one interrupted another, talking and making remarks. The
stately young man pleased them greatly; therefore they did not spare
words on him, vying with one another in praises.
"Light shines from him," said one; "when he came I thought he was a
king's son."
"And he has lynx eyes, so that he cuts with them," said another; "do
not cross such a man."
"That is worst of all," said a third.
"He met the lady as a betrothed. It is easily seen that she pleased him
greatly, for whom has she not pleased?"
"But he is not worse than she, never fear! Could you get his equal, you
would go even to Orsha, though likely that is at the end of the world."
"Ah, lucky lady!"
"It is always best for the rich in the world. Ei, ei, that's gold, not
a knight."
"The Patsuneli girls say that that cavalry captain who is stopping with
old Pakosh is a handsome cavalier."
"I have not seen him; but how compare him with Pan Kmita! Such another
as Pan Kmita surely there is not in the world!"
"It's down!" cried the man of Jmud on a sudden, when something broke
again in the mill.
"Go out, shaggy head, with thy freaks! Give us peace, for we cannot
hear.--True, true; hard to find better than Pan Kmita in the whole
world; surely in Kyedani there is none such."
"Dream of one like him!"
"May his like come in a dream!"
In such fashion did the girls talk among themselves in the servants'
hall. Meanwhile in the dining-room the table was laid in all haste,
while in the drawing-room Panna Aleksandra conversed face to face with
Kmita, for Aunt Kulvyets had gone to bustle about the supper.
Pan Andrei did not remove his gaze from Olenka, and his eyes shot
sparks more and more every moment; at last he said,--
"There are men to whom land is dearer than all things else; there are
others who chase after plunder in war, others love horses; but I would
not give you for any treasure. As God lives, the more I look the more I
wish to marry; so that even if it were to-morrow-- Oh, that brow,--just
as if painted with burned cork!"
"I hear that some use such strange things, but I am not of that kind."
"And eyes as from heaven! From confusion, words fail me."
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