"It will be necessary to talk with her. They are poor, evidently; the guard told me that their rent is not paid yet. But it cannot be that they have no blood relatives somewhere, or at least acquaintances."
"Well, in every case speak of this later," said Augustinovich, who did not like to dwell long on one subject.
"Wait," interrupted Yosef; "at least one idea comes to my head. So far no one has been here, and it is impossible that that poor girl"—he indicated with his eyes the room where the countess was sleeping—"impossible for that poor girl to stay here alone after his death. Tell me, is thy acquaintance, Pani Visberg, a pious woman?"
"As pious as a chalice cover!"
"Honest, simple?"
"In an unheard-of degree: but what connection has that with the countess?"
"I wish to place the countess in her care."
"But the lawsuit?"
"Just because of that."
Here the sick man moved suddenly. Yosef looked at him quickly, then whispered,—
"One instalment of rent stands in my way, but this and that may be arranged, perhaps something can be done after his death."
