“What sort of maiden was she?” asked Zagloba.
“From a respectable house, a lady-in-waiting on Princess Griselda. She was once engaged to a Lithuanian, Podbipienta, whom you, gentlemen, knew.”
“Anusia Borzobogati!” shouted Volodyovski, springing from his place.
Zagloba jumped up too from a pile of felt “Pan Michael, restrain yourself!”
But Volodyovski sprang like a cat toward Kmita. “Is it you, traitor, who let Boguslav carry her off?”
“Be not unjust to me,” said Kmita. “I took her safely to the hetman, having as much care for her as for my own sister. Boguslav seized her, not from me, but from another officer with whom Pan Sapyeha sent her to his own family; his name was Glovbich or something, I do not remember well.”
“Where is he now?”
“He is no longer living, he was slain; so at l
