«We must tell the gardener,» said he, «to set the net for the night; a great many fine fish are crowding right up to the bank.»
Now that door of the house which led into the garden opened, and in it appeared a woman beautiful as the midday sun, tall, firm, black-haired, with bloom on her brunette face, and eyes like velvet. A third boy, three years old, dark as an agate ball, hung to her skirt. She, shading her eyes with her hand, looked in the direction of the linden-tree. This was Pani Helena Skshetuski, of the princely house of Bulyga-Kurtsevich.
Seeing Pan Zagloba with Yaremka and Longinek under the tree, she went forward a few steps toward the ditch, full of water, and called: «Come here, boys! Surely you are plaguing Grandfather?»
«How plague me! They have acted nicely all the tim
