When he heard this Jendzian packed off the Tartar with his coats, and bustled around with the servant to get drinks.
But Kmita was thinking only how to hear most quickly from Kharlamp about the removal of Olenka.
“Where were you then?” asked he.
“I scarcely ever left Kyedani,” answered Great Nose. “Prince Boguslav came to our prince voevoda. He so dressed himself for supper that one’s eyes ached in looking at him; it was clear that Panna Billevich had pleased him mightily, for he was almost purring from pleasure, like a cat rubbed on the back. It is said that a cat repeats prayers, but if Boguslav prayed he was praising the devil. Oh, but he was agreeable, and sweet and pleasant spoken.”
“Let that go!” said Pan Michael, “you cause too great pain to the knight.”
“On the contrary. Speak
