And though Ketling detained him, Zagloba rose and went out. On the way he met Basia, rushing along as usual, and said to her, “Do you know that Krysia has captured Ketling completely?”
“He is not the first man!” answered Basia.
“And you are not angry about it?”
“Ketling is a doll!—a pleasant cavalier, but a doll! I have struck my knee against the wagon-tongue; that is what troubles me.”
Here Basia, bending forward, began to rub her knee, looking meanwhile at Zagloba, and he said, “For God’s sake, be careful! Whither are you flying now?”
“To Krysia.”
“But what is she doing?”
“She? For some time past she keeps kissing me, and rubs up to me like a cat.”
“Do not tell her that she has captured Ketling.”
“Ah! but can I hold out?”
Zagloba knew well that Basia would not hold out, and it
