Whirlpools: A Novel of Modern PolandSienkiewicz, Henryk
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Whirlpools: A Novel of Modern Poland
Sienkiewicz, Henryk
Poland -- Fiction
But further reflections were interrupted by the servant with the
announcement that breakfast was ready and that the guests were at the
table. In fact, all had already assembled in the dining-room, through
which pervaded the odor of coffee and the hum of the samovar. At the
sight of the white dresses of the ladies and their fresh, well-rested
countenances, Ladislaus' soul gladdened to such an extent that he
immediately forgot all squabbles and vexations. By way of greeting, he
kissed Pani Otocka's hand; then, as if absent-mindedly, that of Miss
Anney, but so forcibly that she reddened like a cherry; after which he
squeezed Marynia's hand, saluted the gentlemen and began to cry
merrily:
"Coffee! coffee! From the rise of the sun I drank only two glasses of
water and I am as hungry as a wolf."
"Was that a cure? Did you have a fever?" asked Dolhanski.
"Perhaps I did have a fever, but nevertheless I had a horseback ride to
Rzeslewo and transacted a thousand matters."
"How is it in 'rustic-angelic' Rzeslewo," interrupted Dolhanski.
"There is nothing further that is disturbing. Those trouble makers whom
I wished to look at, in the eyes, are gone. But now above all things, I
want coffee and will not answer any more questions."
Marynia, as the substitute of Pani Krzycki, who remained in bed owing
to rheumatism, poured out the coffee for him, and he also kissed the
hand of his young cousin; whereat she was pleased as she fancied that
it added to her dignity.
"That is due me as a vice-hostess," she said, shaking her head.
"And especially taking age into consideration," added Dolhanski.
She did not show him her tongue only because she was too well-bred.
But Dolhanski, who suffered from catarrh of the stomach, gazed
enviously at Ladislaus, eating with such relish, and said:
"What an appetite! A genuine cannibal."
"Go also over the road a mile before breakfast and you will have the
same appetite. But cannibal or no cannibal, when I entered this room, I
was ready to devour even this bouquet of flowers which is before me."
"The time will come when the country nobility will not have anything
else to eat," replied Dolhanski.
But Marynia quickly seized the bouquet and, laughing, shoved it to the
other side of the table.
"After coffee there is no fear," cried Ladislaus. "But what beautiful
field flowers! Did you ladies pick them?"
"We are sleepy-heads," answered Pani Otocka; "they were gathered by
Aninka's servant."
Aninka was the pet name which both sisters gave Miss Anney.
Ladislaus turned a sharp glance towards the ladies, but as their faces
were perfectly calm, he thought:
"She gathered the flowers and did not mention the mishap."
And Miss Anney, turning the bouquet about and examining it, said:
"An apple-blossom is in the middle,--the good-for-nothing girl plucked
it from some little tree, for which she must be reprimanded; these are
spearwort, those primroses, and those pennyroyal, which are now coming
out."
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