seems to me that I know you, or have seen you somewhere."
"Two years ago, in Kiev."
"Two years ago, in Kiev!" repeated Andríi, endeavouring to collect in his mind all that still lingered in his memory of his former student life. He looked intently at her once more, and suddenly exclaimed, at the top of his voice: "You are the Tatár! the servant of the young noblewoman, the Voevod's daughter!"
"S-sh!" cried the Tatár, clasping her hands with a gesture of supplication, trembling all over, and turning her head round in order to see whether any one had been waked up by Andríi's loud exclamation.
"Tell me, tell me, why are you here?" said Andríi, almost panting, in a whisper, interrupted every moment by inward emotion. "Where is the young lady? is she alive?"
"She is now in the city."
"In the city!" he exclaimed, again almost in a shriek, and felt that all the blood suddenly flew to his heart. "Why is she in the city?"
"Because the old nobleman himself is in the city: he has been Voevod of Dubno for the last year and a half."
"Is she married? How strange you look! Tell me about her!"
