Neither felt sure as to whether the abbot had really heard such conversation, or had invented it only to prick Zbyshko. Both understood, but especially Matsko, who knew Zbyshko well, that there was no better way in the world to push him to Yagenka.

"And indeed they are deadly fellows!" added the abbot, as if purposely.

Zbyshko did not betray anything on his face, but he asked Zyh, with a kind of strange voice,—

"Will to-inorrow be Sunday?"

"Sunday."

"Shall you go to holy mass?"

"Yes."

"Whither to Kresnia?"

"Yes, for it is nearer. Where should we go?"

"Very well, we shall go!"

⁠vol. i.—12