action which flows from love and made it constraint.
The evening of that day Augustinovich met Vasilkevich.
"Knowest thou that Yosef visits the widow now?" asked he.
"What wonder?"
"The woman is in love with him to distraction. Think what will come of that, and judge what Yosef ought to do."
"He ought to love her too," answered Vasilkevich, with his usual decision.
"Yes; and then?"
"Then let them marry."
Augustinovich waved his hand impatiently.
"One other question. How wouldst thou act with Pani Helena?"
"If I loved her?"
"Yes."
"I should marry her without hesitation."
Augustinovich stopped him, and with his hand on his heart began to speak in a tone of deep conviction,—
"Seest thou, I am much indebted to Yosef, for that matter thou knowest this best of all, I should like then to pay him honestly,—yes, to pay him with advice. He is in a strange position, and still, dost understand, there are
