—Give me the pipe—I know what this means, old man; that fool of a Visberg does not know, but I know."
Yosef covered his face with his hands.
Augustinovich looked at him in silence, shuffled his feet under the table, coughed, muttered something through his teeth; finally he said in a voice of emotion,—
"Old man!" Yosef made no answer.
Augustinovich shook him by the shoulder with sympathy.
"Well, old man, do not grieve, be not troubled—thou art concerned about Helena."
Yosef trembled.
"About Helena. Thou art honest, old man. What is to be done with her now? I know! If thou wish, old man, I will marry her. By Jove, I will marry her!"
Yosef stood up. Beautiful resolution shone on his broad forehead, and though on his frowning brows thou couldst read pain and struggle, thou couldst see that the victory would fall where Yosef wished it. He pressed Augustinovich's hand.
"I am going out."
"Where art thou going?"
"To Helena."
