CHAPTER XVII.

In the morning about ten o'clock I wish to fly to Eva; but I cannot, for

I have guests.

Baron Kartofler comes and engages a duplicate of my "Jews." He offers me

fifteen hundred rubles; I want two thousand. The bargain is made at that

price. After his departure I receive an order for two portraits from

Tanzenberg. Antek, who is an Anti-Semite, reviles me as a Jewish

painter; but I am curious to know who would buy productions of art, if

not the "finance." If the "finance" is afraid of Antek's corpses, the

fault is not mine.

I am with Eva at one o'clock. I give her the ring, and declare that we

shall go to Rome after our marriage.

Eva consents with delight. We are as much given to talking to-day as we

were to silence last evening. I tell her of the order which I have

received, and we rejoice together. I must finish the portraits before

our departure; but "the Jews" for Kartofler I will paint in Rome. When

we return to Warsaw, I will fit up a studio, and we will live as in

heaven.

While forming these projects, I tell Eva that we will keep the

anniversary of yesterday as a holiday all our lives.

She hides her face on my shoulder, and begs me not to mention it. Then

she winds the split sleeves of her gown round my neck, and calls me her

great man. She is paler than usual; her eyes are more violet than usual,

but they are beaming with gladness.

Ah! what an ass, that having near me such a woman I was seeking for

happiness elsewhere, in a circle where I was a perfect stranger, and

which was strange to me.

What an artistic nature that of Eva! She is my betrothed, accepts the

rôle at once, and involuntarily plays the part of a young and happy

affianced. But I do not take that ill of a beloved creature, after so

many years in a theatre.

After dinner we go to Hela Kolchanovski's.

From the moment that Eva can present me as her betrothed, the minstrel

trick becomes innocent and can cause no misunderstanding between those

two ladies. In fact, when Hela heard of the engagement, she received us

with open arms, and was delighted at Eva's happiness. We laugh like

three maniacs at the "grandfather," and at that which the "grandfather"

had to hear concerning the painter Magorski. Yesterday I wanted to put a

stiletto into Ostrynski; to-day I am astonished at his cleverness.

Hela laughs so heartily that her transparent eyes are filled with tears.

Speaking in parenthesis, she is marvellous. When she inclines her head

at the end of the visit, I cannot take my eyes from it; and Eva herself

is under its spell to such a degree that during the day she imitates

unconsciously that bending of the neck and that look.

We agree that, after our return from abroad, I shall paint a portrait of

Hela; but first I shall make my Eva in Rome, if I can reproduce those

features, which are so delicate that they are almost over-refined, and

that face, so impressionable that every emotion is reflected in it as a

cloud in clear water.

But I shall succeed; why shouldn't I?

The evening "Kite" publishes untreated tales of the orders which have

come to me; my income is reckoned by thousands. That in a small degree

is the reason, perhaps, that next day I receive a letter from Kazia,

stating that she returned the ring under the influence of anger and

jealousy, but if I come and we fall at the feet of her parents, they

will let themselves be implored.

I have enough of that falling at the feet and those forgivenesses. I do

not answer. Let him fall at Suslovski's feet who wants to; let Kazia

marry Ostrynski! I have my Eva.

But my silence casts an evident panic on the Suslovski family; for a

few days later the same messenger comes with a letter from Kazia, but

this time to Antek.

Antek shows me the letter. Kazia prays him to come for a moment's

conversation concerning an affair on which her whole future depends; she

reckons on his heart, on that sense of justice which from the first

glance of the eye she divined in him. She has the hope that he will not

refuse the prayer of an unhappy woman. Antek curses, mutters something

under his nose about low Philistines, and about the necessity of hanging

both them and their posterity at the next opportunity; but he goes.

I divine that they wish to influence me through him.

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