"Tell her," said she, "how lonesome you were without her, and when we come to a thicket, you may kiss her; that will be the best proof of your love." Therefore he began to tell how lonesome he was without her in Bogdaniec, while taking care of Macko and visiting among the neighbors. But the cunning fellow did not say a word about Jagienka. When the first thicket separated them from the courtiers and the guests, he bent toward her and kissed her. During the winter there are no leaves on the hazel bushes, therefore Hugo von Danveld and Sir de Lorche saw him kiss the girl; some of the courtiers also saw him and they began to say among themselves: "He kissed her in the presence of the princess! The lady will surely prepare the wedding for them soon." "He is a daring boy, but Jurand's blood is warm also!" "They are flint-stone and fire-steel, although the girl looks so quiet. Do not be afraid, there will be some sparks from them!" Thus they talked and laughed; but the _starosta_ of Szczytno turned his evil face toward Sir de Lorche and asked: "Sir, would you like some Merlin to change you by his magic power into that knight?"[99] "Would you, sir?" asked de Lorche. To this the Knight of the Cross, who evidently was filled with jealousy, drew the reins of his horse impatiently, and exclaimed: "Upon my soul!" But at that moment he recovered his composure, and having bent his head, he said: "I am a monk and have made a vow of chastity." He glanced quickly at the Lotaringer, fearing he would perceive a smile on his face, because in that respect the Order had a bad reputation among the people; and of all among the monks, Hugo von Danveld had the worst. A few years previous he had been vice-bailiff of Sambia. There were so many complaints against him there that, notwithstanding the tolerance with which the Order looked upon similar cases in Marienburg, the grand master was obliged to remove him and appoint him _starosta_ of the garrison in Szczytno. Afterward he was sent to the prince's court on some secret mission, and having perceived the beautiful Jurandowna, he conceived a violent passion for her, to which even Danusia's extreme youth was no check. But Danveld also knew to what family the girl belonged, and Jurand's name was united in his memory with a painful reminiscence. De Lorche began to question him: "Sir, you called that beautiful girl the devil's daughter; why did you call her that?"