Billevich, satisfied that he had some one with whom to talk, began to walk with long strides through the room, asking,—
“Well, well! Then do you know Pan Volodyovski so intimately?”
“Yes; for we lived in the same place so many years.”
“Indeed! Then certainly not without love!”
“I’m not to blame for that,” answered Anusia, taking a timid posture; “but before this time surely Pan Michael is married.”
“And he is just not married.”
“Even if he were, it is all one to me.”
“God grant you to meet! But I am troubled because you say that they are not with the hetman, for with such soldiers victory would be easier.”
“There is some one there who is worth them all.”
“Who is he?”
“Pan Babinich from Vityebsk. Have you heard of him?”
“Not a word; which is a wonder to me.”
Anusia began to rela
