Chapter 67
CHAPTER XLIV.
On that same day there came to them aid infallible, as they thought, in the persons of guests unexpected and dear above all. The Ketlings came toward evening, without any previous intimation. The delight and astonishment at seeing them in Hreptyoff was indescribable; and they, learning on the first inquiry that Basia was returning to health, were comforted in an equal degree. Krysia rushed at once to the bedroom, and at the same moment exclamations and cries from there announced Basia's happiness to the little knight.
Ketling and Pan Michael embraced each other a long time; now they put each other out at arm's length, now they embraced again.
"For G.o.d's sake!" said the little knight. "I should be less pleased to receive the baton than to see you; but what are you doing in these parts?"
"The hetman has made me commander of the artillery at Kamenyets," said Ketling; "therefore I went with my wife to that place. Hearing there of the trials that had met you, I set out without delay for Hreptyoff.
Praise be to G.o.d, Michael, that all has ended well! We travelled in great suffering and uncertainty, for we knew not whether we were coming here to rejoice or to mourn."
"To rejoice, to rejoice!" broke in Zagloba.
"How did it happen?" asked Ketling.
The little knight and Zagloba vied with each other in narrating; and Ketling listened, raising his eyes and his hands to heaven in wonderment at Basia's bravery.
When they had talked all they wished, the little knight fell to inquiring of Ketling what had happened to him, and he made a report in detail. After their marriage they had lived on the boundary of Courland; they were so happy with each other that it could not be better in heaven. Ketling in taking Krysia knew perfectly that he was taking "a being above earth," and he had not changed his opinion so far.
Zagloba and Pan Michael, remembering by this expression the former Ketling who expressed himself always in a courtly and elevated style, began to embrace him again; and when all three had satisfied their friends.h.i.+p, the old n.o.ble asked,--
"Has there come to that being above earth any earthly case which kicks with its feet and looks for teeth in its mouth with its finger?"
"G.o.d gave us a son," said Ketling; "and now again--"
"I have noticed," interrupted Zagloba. "But here everything is on the old footing."
Then he fixed his seeing eye on the little knight, whose mustaches quivered repeatedly.
Further conversation was interrupted by the coming of Krysia, who pointed to the door and said,--
"Basia invites you."
All went to the chamber together, and there new greetings began.
Ketling kissed Basia's hand, and Pan Michael kissed Krysia's again; then all looked at one another with curiosity, as people do who have not met for a long time.
Ketling had changed in almost nothing, except that he had his hair cut closely, and that made him seem younger; but Krysia had changed greatly, at least considering the time. She was not so slender and willowy as before, and her face was paler, for which reason the down on her lip seemed darker; but she had the former beautiful eyes with unusually long lashes, and the former calmness of countenance. Her features, once so wonderful, had lost, however, their previous delicacy. The loss might be, it is true, only temporary; still, Pan Michael, looking at her and comparing her with his Basia, could not but think,--
"For G.o.d's sake, how could I fall in love with her when both were together? Where were my eyes?"
On the
Both women related to each other all that could be told in a short s.p.a.ce of time; and the whole company, sitting around Basia's bed, began to recall former days. But that conversation did not move somehow, for there were in those former days delicate subjects,--the confidences of Pan Michael with Krysia; and the indifference of the little knight for Basia, loved later, and various promises and various despairs. Life in Ketling's house had a charm for all, and left an agreeable memory behind; but to speak of it was awkward.
Ketling changed the subject soon after:--
"I have not told you yet that on the road we stopped with Pan Yan, who would not let us go for two weeks, and entertained us so that in heaven it could not be better."
"By the dear G.o.d, how are they?" cried Zagloba. "Then you found them at home?"
"We did; for Pan Yan had returned for a time from the hetman's with his three elder sons, who serve in the cavalry."
"I have not seen Pan Yan nor his family since the time of your wedding," said the little knight. "He was here in the Wilderness, and his sons were with him; but I did not happen to meet them."
"They are all very anxious to see you," said Ketling, turning to Zagloba.
"And I to see them," replied the old man. "But this is how it is: if I am here, I am sad without them; if I go there, I shall be sad without this weasel. Such is human life; if the wind doesn't blow into one ear it will into the other. But it is worse for the lone man, for if I had children I should not be loving a stranger."
"You would not love your own children more than us," said Basia.
When he heard this Zagloba was greatly delighted, and casting off sad thoughts, he fell at once into jovial humor; when he had puffed somewhat he said,--
"Ha, I was a fool there at Ketling's; I got Krysia and Basia for you two, and I did not think of myself. There was still time then."
Here he turned to the women,--
"Confess that you would have fallen in love with me, both of you, and either one would have preferred me to Michael or Ketling."
"Of course we should!" exclaimed Basia.
"Helena, Pan Yan's wife, too in her day would have preferred me. Ha! it might have been. I should then have a sedate woman, none of your tramps, knocking teeth out of Tartars. But is she well?"
"She is well, but a little anxious, for their two middle boys ran away to the army from school at Lukoff," said Ketling. "Pan Yan himself is glad that there is such mettle in the boys; but a mother is a mother almost always."
"Have they many children?" inquired Basia, with a sigh.
"Twelve boys, and now the fair s.e.x has begun," answered Ketling.
"Ha!" cried Zagloba, "the special blessing of G.o.d is on that house. I have reared them all at my own breast, like a pelican. I must pull the ears of those middle boys, for if they had to run away why didn't they come here to Michael? But wait, it must be Michael and Yasek who ran away. There was such a flock of them that their own father confounded their names; and you couldn't see a crow for three miles around, for the rogues had killed every crow with their muskets. Bah, bah! you would have to look through the world for another such woman. 'Halska,'
I used to say to her, 'the boys are getting too big for me, I must have new sport.' Then she would, as it were, frown at me; but the time came as if written down. Imagine to yourself, it went so far that if any woman in the country about could not get consolation, she borrowed a dress from Halska; and it helped her, as G.o.d is dear to me, it did."
All wondered greatly, and a moment of silence followed; then the voice of the little knight was heard on a sudden,--
"Basia, do you hear?"
"Michael, will you be quiet?" answered Basia.
But Michael would not be quiet, for various cunning thoughts were coming to his head. It seemed to him above all that with that affair another equally important might be accomplished; hence he began to talk, as it were to himself, carelessly, as about the commonest thing in the world,--
"As G.o.d lives, it would be well to visit Pan Yan and his wife; but he will not be at home now, for he is going to the hetman; but she has sense, and is not accustomed to tempt the Lord G.o.d, therefore she will stay at home."
Here he turned to Krysia. "The spring is coming, and the weather will be fine. Now it is too early for Basia, but a little later I might not be opposed, for it is a friendly obligation. Pan Zagloba would take you both there; in the fall, when all would be quiet, I would go after you."
"That is a splendid idea," exclaimed Zagloba; "I must go anyhow, for I have fed them with ingrat.i.tude. Indeed, I have forgotten that they are in the world, until I am ashamed."
"What do you say to this?" inquired Pan Michael, looking carefully into Krysia's eyes.