"I remember Prince Boguslav at Berestechko," said Kharlamp; "he had one regiment of dragoons drilled in French fashion completely,--they rendered both infantry and cavalry service. The officers were French, except a few Hollanders; of the soldiers the greater part were French, all dandies. There was an odor of various perfumes from them as from a drug-shop. In battle they thrust fiercely with rapiers, and it was said that when one of them thrust a man through he said, 'Pardonnez-moi!' (pardon me); so they mingled politeness with uproarious life. But Prince Boguslav rode among them with a handkerchief on his sword, always smiling, even in the greatest din of battle, for it is the French fashion to smile amid bloodshed. He had his face touched with paint, and his eyebrows blackened with coal, at which the old soldiers were angry and called him a bawd. Immediately after battle he had new ruffs brought him, so as to be always dressed as if for a banquet, and they curled his hair with irons, making marvellous ringlets out of it. But he is a manful fellow, and goes first into the thickest fire. He challenged Pan Kalinovski because he said something to him, and the king had to make peace." "There is no use in denying," said Ganhoff. "You will see curious things, and you will see the King of Sweden himself, who next to our prince is the best warrior in the world." "And Pan Charnyetski," said Kharlamp; "they are speaking more and more of him." "Pan Charnyetski is on the side of Yan Kazimir, and therefore is our enemy," remarked Ganhoff, severely. "Wonderful things are passing in this world," said Kharlamp, musingly. "If any man had said a year or two ago that the Swedes would come hither, we should all have thought, 'We shall be fighting with the Swedes;' but see now." "We are not alone; the whole Commonwealth has received them with open arms," said Ganhoff. "True as life," put in Kmita, also musingly. "Except Sapyeha, Gosyevski, Charnyetski, and the hetmans of the crown," answered Kharlamp. "Better not speak of that," said Ganhoff. "But, worthy Colonel, come back to us in good health; promotion awaits you." "And Panna Billevich?" added Kharlamp. "Panna Billevich is nothing to you," answered Kmita, brusquely. "Of course nothing, I am too old. The last time-- Wait, gentlemen, when was that? Ah, the last time during the election of the present mercifully reigning Yan Kazimir." "Cease the use of that name from your tongue," interrupted Ganhoff. "To-day rules over us graciously Karl Gustav."