more or less witty words by thousands; and though there was a kind of fever in this gladness, there was no little coquetry also. Her eyes flashed on such occasions, from her temples there was a burning atmosphere. Her lips played with an alluring smile; her words wounded and fondled, attracted and repulsed in turn. Pelski generally, and after a few unfortunate trials with Augustinovich, Pelski alone, fell a victim to these freaks. He lost his head then, and from the role of cousin protector he passed to that of a cousin captive.
And the more humble he became, the more insolent grew Lula; the sadder he was, the gladder was she.
"Panna Malinka," whispered Augustinovich, on such occasions, "never be like her; she is a coquette."
"She is not," answered Malinka, sadly. "I will remind you of these words."
It is difficult to say what Augustinovich would have thought after such an evening, had he seen that woman, who a moment before was coquettish, left alone in her chamber, where she sobbed so that long, long hours could not quiet her.
The poor girl, she could not even confess her suffering to any one, and the grievous bat-
