Meanwhile little Volodyovski walked up and down in his quarters rubbing his hands. “Well, well,” he said, “appointed lieutenant in the hussar squadron in youthful years. I think this has happened to no one before.”
“If God would only return his happiness!” said Zagloba.
“That is it, that is it. Did you see that he did not quiver?”
“He would prefer resigning,” said Pan Longin.
“Gentlemen,” sighed Zagloba, “what wonder! I would give these five fingers of mine for her, though I captured a banner with them.”
“Sure enough.”
“But Pan Sufchinski must be dead,” remarked Volodyovski.
“He is surely dead.”
“Who will take the lieutenancy then? The banneret is a stripling, and performs the duties only since the battle at Konstantinoff.”
This question remained unanswered; but the colonel himsel
