them now, dost understand? That excludes love."
"But happiness."
"Not a word about happiness. So to-day I whistle when I want to cry, and therefore envy thee."
Yosef looked quickly at Augustinovich.
"What dost thou envy me?"
"Thy relation with Pani Helena. Do not frown, and do not wonder that I know those things well. Ho, ho! we have had a little experience. For that matter I will tell thee that I wanted myself to fall in love with Pani Helena. I prefer such women. Though, on the other hand But do I know that thou wilt not be angry?"
"Talk on."
"I was afraid to fall in love with her. There is no denying that she is an unhappy woman, but, by the beard of the Prophet! what is that to me? I know only that the inheritance goes from hand to hand, and that whoso approaches her is happy for the ages. B-r-r! By my honor I should not wish to be the heir to such a legacy, even for a friend."
Yosef put the glass of partly drunk tea on the table, and turning to Augustinovich said coldly,—
