“You are setting some snare, Pan Sobiepan; and though I do not understand the object, I see the snare quickly, for you are a terribly awkward trapper.” Zamoyski was pleased with himself, though he understood well that the work was only half done; and another remained so difficult that at thought of it despair seized him, and even terror. He had to get permission of Princess Griselda, whose severity and penetrating mind Pan Sobiepan feared from his whole soul. But having begun, he wished to bring the work to completion as early as possible; therefore next morning, after Mass, and breakfast, and after he had reviewed the hired German infantry, he went to the chambers of the princess. He found the lady embroidering a cope for the college. Behind her was Anusia winding silk hung upon two armchairs; a second skein of rose color she had placed around her neck, and moving her hands quickly, she ran around the chairs in pursuit of the unwinding thread. Zamoyski’s eyes grew bright at sight of her; but he assumed quickly a serious look, and greeting the princess, began as if unwillingly,— “That Pan Babinich who has come here with the Tartars is a Lithuanian,—a man of importance, a very elegant fellow, a born knight in appearance. Have you noticed him?” “You brought him to me yourself,” answered the princess, indifferently, “he has an honest face.” “I asked him concerning that property left Panna Borzobogati. He says it is a fortune almost equal to that of the Radzivills.” “God grant it to Anusia; her orphanhood will be the lighter, and her old age as well,” said the lady. “But there is a danger lest distant relatives tear it apart. Babinich says that Sapyeha might occupy himself with it, if he wished. He is an honest man, and very friendly to us: I would confide my own daughter to him. It would be enough for him to send notices to the tribunals, and proclaim the guardianship. But Babinich says it is needful that Panna Anusia should go to those places in person.” “Where,—to Pan Sapyeha?” “Or to his daughters, so as to be there, that the formal installation might take place.” The starosta invented at that moment “formal installation,” thinking justly that the princess would accept this counterfeit money instead of true coin. She thought a moment, and asked,— “How could she go now, when Swedes are on the road?” “I have news that the Swedes have left Lublin. All this side of the Vistula is free.” “And who would take Anusia to Pan Sapyeha?” “Suppose this same Babinich.” “With Tartars? Lord Brother, fear God; those are wild, chaotic people!” “I am not afraid,” put in Anusia, curtesying. But Princess Griselda had noted already that her brother came with some plan all prepared; therefore she sent Anusia out of the room, and began to look at Pan Sobiepan with an inquiring gaze. But he said as if to himself,— “These Tartars are down in the dust before Babinich; he hangs them for any insubordination.”