We hear the sounds of the harp and the violin, and a row of lit windows shines on the pitch-black trees.
Janusz breaks the silence. "I have no fear in a forest at night; I fear neither robbers nor wild beasts: but things one cannot explain are not to my liking."
Yes, I quite understand, and share the same dislike: but somehow I had a fancy that …
We dance merrily till morning; my painful impression has quite faded.
As we return, we change places; Martha goes with her grandfather, and I am with Janusz. Daybreak shows us a lovely landscape: hills covered with dark woods, fields white with stubble. The sky grows rosy, and we catch ever new glimpses of dim heights, of solitary pear-trees scattered in the fields, of tall sombre poplars in rows, marking the highways in the plain.
We travel long by a road full of deep holes; we climb the heights, we go down into the valleys. All the country round is enchantingly beautiful.
Up comes the sun, casting upon the road distinct mobile shadows, lengthened out mon-