Pelski meditated a moment.
"I was acquainted in Heidelberg with a professor and writer of the same name. From what family is this man?"
"Oh, I do not know, indeed," answered the countess, blushing deeply.
Augustinovich's eyes opened to their full width, and with an indescribable expression of malice he turned toward the countess.
"I thought," said he, "that you knew perfectly whence Pan Yosef came, and what his family is."
Lula's confusion reached the highest degree.
"I—do not remember," groaned she.
"Do you not? Then I will remind you. Pan Yosef was born in Zvinogrodets, where his father in his day was a blacksmith."
Pelski looked at his cousin, and bending toward her said with sympathy,—
"I am pained, cousin, at the fatality which forced you to live with people of a different sphere."
Lula sighed.
Oh, evil, evil was that sigh. Lula knew that among those people of a different sphere she had found aid, protection, and kindness; that for this reason they should be for her
