him dislike and even contempt; meanwhile it came out otherwise. Lula left her rôle of indifference and began to fear him.
"Thanks to the gods," thought Augustinovich, "a man's tongue is nimble enough, it seems. She is afraid that I shall make a fool of Pelski."
In fact, something of the kind happened a number of times,—a thing which it must be confessed touched Lula very disagreeably.
At first Lula asked, time after time, about Yosef, but received the same answer always, "He is working." At last she ceased asking. Still it seemed that she wished to win over Augustinovich. In her treatment of him there was now a certain mildness joined with a silent melancholy. Often she followed him uneasily with her eyes when he came in, as if waiting for some news.
This alarm was natural. Whether she loved Yosef or not, it could not but astonish her that he on whom she had counted so much, who had shown her so much sympathy always, had now forgotten her. She could not rest satisfied, either, with the answers of Augustinovich.
In spite of the greatest labor it was impossible that Yosef should not find in the course of more than two months one moment of time,
