«Cavalier,» interrupted Boguslav, coldly, «you have me in your hand, you can kill me; but I beg one thing, do not bore me.»
Both were silent.
However, it appeared plainly, from the words of Kmita, that the soldier had been able to draw out the naked truth from the diplomat, and that the prince was guilty of great incautiousness, of a great error in betraying his most secret plans and those of the hetman. This pricked his vanity; therefore, not caring to hide his ill-humor, he said,--
«Do not ascribe it to your own wit merely, Pan Kmita, that you got the truth from me. I spoke openly, for I thought the prince voevoda knew people better, and had sent a man worthy of confidence.»
«The prince voevoda sent a man worthy of confidence,» answered Kmita, «but you have lost him. Henceforth only
