"It is no trick, old man, to flee before danger."
"I am no knight errant, I am not Don Quixote, I choose rather to avoid dangers and conquer than choose them and fall. Not Middle-Age boasting commands me, but reason."
A moment of silence followed.
"Wert thou at Helena's yesterday?" asked Augustinovich.
"I was."
"When will the marriage be?"
"Right away after I receive my degree."
"Maybe it is better for thee that the affair ends thus."
"Why dost thou say that?"
"I do not know but thou wilt be angry; but Lula—now, I do not believe her—"
Yosef's eyes gleamed with a wonderful light; he put his hand on Augustinovich's shoulder.
"Say nothing bad of her," said he, with emphasis.
He wished, indeed, that the countess, torn from him by the force of circumstances, should remain in his mind unblemished. He took pleasure in thinking of her.
"What am I to tell her when she asks about
