band, but what is to be done?" He did not advise Yosef to make their acquaintance.
"How proud these people are," said he; "but in their pockets, dear lord, there is emptiness."
"And is the old countess long dead?" inquired Yosef.
"About three years. They have been rich, I suppose, but he lost his property in wheat which, as they say, he had to furnish in company with others at Odessa. That business impoverished many people. The old countess was better than others of her family. She was an honorable lady, but she fell to grieving, and died. They have lived here five years."
"Do they know many people?"
"It must be that they do not, for I have not seen any one visit them."
Yosef, while waiting for Augustinovich, lay down on the bed, and when he commanded to bring him a glass of tea, he fell asleep quickly. When he woke up, he felt a trifle ill. Augustinovich had not come yet, though it was quite dark. He arrived at last in perfect humor.
The lady with whom he had become acquainted, Pani Visberg, had a daughter Malinka. Augustinovich examined them both
