controlled herself; still her hands trembled imperceptibly.
"The poor man, he must have been very sick; he is as pale as if he had come out of a coffin! Why did you not tell us of this?" asked Pani Visberg, quickly.
"Oh, Pan Adam was afraid that we should speak of it before Lula. Was that nice?" asked Malinka.
"What is the matter with thee, Lula? Art sick?" "Nothing, nothing! I will come back in a moment."
Her face was pale, breath failed her. She went out, almost fled to her chamber. Pani Visberg wished to follow her. Malinka detained her gently but decisively.
"Thou must not go, mamma." Then she turned to Augustinovich; her voice had a sad and serious sound.
"Pan Adam?"
Augustinovich bit his lips.
"Pan Adam! What is this? 'Lula is a coquette without a heart,' is she not?"
"Perhaps I was mistaken," blurted out Augustinovich; "but—but—"
He did not dare to cough out of himself at the moment that Yosef was going to
