Zagloba was in fact a little drunk; but Skshetuski confirmed his words, hence astonishment was reflected on the face of the castellan.
“Come with me,” said he to the two. “I beg you also,” said he to Polyanovski and Pan Michael.
All entered his room. They had not sat down yet when Charnyetski asked: “What did he say to my letter?”
“He said nothing,” answered Zagloba, “and why he did not will appear at the end of my story; but now incipiam (I will begin).”
Here he told all as it had happened,—how he had brought the marshal to such a favorable decision. Charnyetski looked at him with growing astonishment, Polyanovski seized his own head, Pan Michael’s mustaches were quivering.
“I have not known you hitherto, as God is dear to me!” cried Charnyetski, at last. “I cannot believe my own ear
