with a certain haughtiness: "Remember that we are not receiving a servant. He will be master here; and his will must have force, not ours. He will succeed you in the guardianship."
"Does that mean that we must not interfere?" asked Yuzva.
"It means that you are to be friends with him, as he wishes to be a friend of yours. Moreover he is taking care of his own property here, which each man manages according to his wish. Is not this true, Father Pakosh?"
"The sacred truth," answered the old man of Patsuneli.
Yuzva turned again to old Butrym. "Do not doze, Father Kassyan!"
"I am not dozing, I am only looking into my mind."
"Then tell what you see there."
"What do I see? This is what I see: Pan Kmita is a man of great family, of high blood, and we are small people. Moreover he is a soldier of fame; he alone opposed the enemy when all had dropped their hands, — God give as manyas possible of such men! But he has a company that is worthless. Pan Pakosh, my neighbor, what have you heard about them from the Domasheviches? That they are all dishonored men, against whom outlawry has been declared, infamous and condemned, with declarations and trials hanging over them, children of the hangman. They were grievous to the enemy, but more grievous to their own people. They burned, they plundered, they rioted; that is what they did. They may have slain people in duels or carried out executions, — that happens to honest men; but they have lived in pure Tartar fashion, and long ago would have been rotting in prison but for the protection of Pan Kmita, who is a powerful lord. He favors and protects them, and they cling to him just as flies do in summer to a horse. Kow they have come hither, and it is known to all what they are doing. The first day at Lyubich they fired out of pistols, — and at what? — at the portraits of the dead Billeviches, which Pan Kmita should not have permitted, for the Billeviches are his benefactors."
Olenka covered her eyes with her hands. "It cannot be! it cannot be!"
"It can, for it has been. He let them shoot at his benefactors, with whom he was to enter into relationship; and then they dragged the girls of the house into the room for debauchery. Tfu! an offence against God! That has
