“Uncle could do it,” said Roh Kovalski.
Charnyetski did not hear the continuation of this dialogue, for he had fallen to thinking deeply over Zagloba’s words. He too knew of Lyubomirski’s ambition, and doubted not that the marshal would either impose his own will on him, or would act on his own account, even though that should bring harm to the Commonwealth. Therefore his stern face became gloomy, and he began to twist his beard.
“Oho!” whispered Zagloba to Pan Yan, “Charnyetski is chewing something bitter, for his face is like the face of an eagle; he will snap up somebody soon.”
Then Charnyetski said: “Some one of you, gentlemen, should go with a letter from me to Lyubomirski.”
“I am known to him, and I will go,” said Pan Yan.
“That is well,” answered Charnyetski; “the more noted th
