lies close to her and purrs loudly, pretending to be pleased but cross in fact, because she wants to sleep, and Martha prevents her.
"I shall be so bored when you leave us, Janka," she says. "There will be a sad void all over the place."
"Then come with me to Warsaw."
"Somebody must remain to keep house at Klosow; besides. Grandfather cannot be left alone. I shall not be free till after a year's time, when Janusz has finished his course of agronomy."
"Do you know, Martha, you remind me of a heroine in an old-fashioned novel and I don't care for variety. You are too goody-goody. Such a pity as it is to waste a year of one's youth. … You may quite well leave everything to the steward's care. … Remember, you will soon be twenty-five, and life never goes back."
"But I am glad—how glad!—that it does not."
"That's a pose, or a mere high-flown mood. You love life in spite of all."
Turning towards her, I meet her earnest gaze—calm, and yet, oh! how mournful!
"I hate life, Janka!" she replies.
