Finally Yosef himself took note of his strange demeanor.
"What is the matter with thee, Adam?" asked he.
"But of Lula he cannot ask!" cried Augustinovich, with comical despair.
Yosef sprang to his feet.
"Of Lula? What does that mean? Speak!"
"It means nothing; what should it mean? Is all this to mean something right away?"
"Augustinovich, thou art hiding something?"
"But the fellow is thinking only of Lula!" cried Augustinovich, with increasing despair.
Yosef with unheard-of effort mastered himself, but that was a calm before a terrible storm. His sunken cheeks grew still paler, his eyes were flaming.
"Well, I will tell thee all!" cried Augustinovich, anticipating the outburst "I will tell, I will tell! Ei, who will forbid me to tell thee that thou hast won the case! May Satan———me if thou hast not won. She loves thee."
Yosef put his trembling hands to his perspiring face.
"But Pelski?" asked he.
"He has not proposed yet."
"Does she know everything about me?"
