1 June.

Yesterday I received news from Gastein. The rooms for Pani Celina and

Aniela are ready. I sent them the particulars, together with a parcel

of books by Balzac and George Sand. To-day is Sunday, and the first

day of the races. My aunt has arrived from Ploszow and taken up her

abode with me. That she went to the races is a matter of course,

she is altogether absorbed in them. But our horses, Naughty Boy and

Aurora, which arrived here two days ago with the trainer Webb and Jack

Goose, the jockey, are on the list for Thursday; therefore my aunt's

attendance at the Sunday races was merely a platonic affair. The

goings on here are past all description. The stables have been

converted into a kind of fortress. My aunt fancies the jockeys of

other racing studkeepers shake in their shoes at the very mention of

Naughty Boy, and are ready to use every means to prevent his running;

consequently in every orange boy or organ grinder that comes into the

yard, she sees an enemy in disguise, bent upon some evil practice. The

Swiss porter and the servants have strict orders to keep an eye upon

everybody that comes in. In the stables, the precautions taken are

still stricter. The trainer Webb, being an Englishman, remains

impassive, but the unfortunate Jack Goose, a native of Burzany, and

whose name is a literal translation from the Polish Kuba Gonsior,

fairly loses his head; my aunt scolds him and the grooms, natives also

of Burzany, whenever she fancies things are going wrong. She was so

much at the stables that I did not see much of her, and only when

departing she told me that Aniela was to come for the races. I suppose

Pani Celina consented to this in order to please my aunt; besides, she

can very well remain alone for one day, with the doctor and the maids

to look after her. Aniela, who is walled up at Ploszow day after day,

really wants a little change. For me this is joyful news indeed. The

very thought that she will be under my roof has a singular charm for

me. Here I began to love her and maybe her heart kept beating a little

faster after that entertainment my aunt gave here in her honor.

Everything here will remind her of the past.

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