XXI.
We were driving along the high-road.
“ What do you call this village with a castle not far from it?”
“Labutín.”
“And this other one with the church?’
“Rades̓ín.”
“A large church!”“
And a very fine one, too. But the bird is better than the cage.”
“Ah, you mean the priest?”
“Yes—Heavens. Did you never hear about Heavens? ’Tis a long, long story. He was instituted here quite lately. He was at Záluz̓í formerly—a very poor living; but when the old priest at Rades̓ín had finished his last meal, the baron transferred him here to the fattest benefice on the estate, and at the last visitation the bishop himself, at dinner, appointed him dean ad personam.”
“So he is in good favour both with his patron and the bishop?”
“I tell you he is loved by everybody. He is educating his Pepíc̓ek for the baron; the boy is, in fact, the
