There was no help for it. I had to prescribe a stay in Warsaw as a cure. Finally, he cannot at all endure our little town any more, and is thinking only of giving up his office to some one and of moving here permanently. In his heart a fire is burning, and the snow melts, and ice melts and so forth. Ha!"
During these words, the old notary moved his jaws so furiously that his chin almost touched his nose; finally he declared:
"The head splits! The head splits!"
"The same old quarrel?" asked Gronski, laughing.
"Quarrel?" repeated the notary. "It is not I who quarrel. He has shaken up my brain, shattered my nerves, stupefied me, torn to pieces, exhausted, cleaned out, sucked, and outtalked the remnants of strength within me. From yesterday, sir, on the whole road--a continual din and roar in the ears--and after that in the hotel; to-day, since morning, and now here. No, I cannot stand it, no, I cannot!"
"Tut, tut. And who daily summons me? Who every day hangs out his tongue until it reaches the first b.u.t.ton on his vest and orders me to examine it? Wait, sir. I will ride away and you will have to examine it yourself before a mirror."
"Then you are really going to Volhynia? How about your patients?" asked Gronski.
"I fear that in the meantime they may get well; but it can"t be helped, I must go!"
"And for how long?"
"I do not know, but do not think very long. I am a Volhynian Mazur, from the minor n.o.bility of that place, or as they say there of the single-manor n.o.bles. They are mostly settled there as tenants of various petty n.o.bles, but I have my own seat in partnership with a brother, an ex-judge, who has charge of the estate and to whom I am now riding."
"But, of course, not because he is sick?"
"Certainly, sir; he has become insane."
"My G.o.d! Since when?"
"Not long ago. From the time he became a "local rights" man.""
"Ah."
"That is so. The indigent, haughty n.o.ble took a notion to pose as a landed proprietor, hankered after the society of gentlemen, and got water on the brain. A month ago I sent him two thousand primers for our impoverished shabby gentility, of whom no one thinks and who involuntarily or rather in spite of their will, are there losing their Polish spirit. And would you believe it, sir, that he sent back to me the whole package, together with a letter in which he announced that he would not distribute the primers."
"Why?" asked Gronski, whom the narrative of the doctor began to interest.
"He wrote to me in the first place that they have decided to live and labor only for their own province and occupy themselves only with local or provincial affairs, and again they aim at some kind of synthesis of all nationalities, and thirdly they will Polonize n.o.body."
"But you were only concerned about primers for the children of the petty n.o.bility, who are Polish."
"By them this is already styled Polonization, for it interferes with their "synthesis." We know in what that synthesis must end. May the devils take them, together with their diplomacy. But that is not enough! In the end, my ingenious brother informs me that he does not regard himself as a Pole, but only as a Volhynian with Polish culture and that this is his political position. Ah, sir, Stanczyk was wrong when he said that in Poland there are the most doctors. In Poland there are the most politicians. Every average Pole is a second Talleyrand, a second Metternich, a second Bismarck. He never partic.i.p.ated in political life, is unacquainted with history, never pa.s.sed through any schools, and never studied. That is nothing! He is by grace of G.o.d! He from nature has a pastille in his brain, of which he thinks that if he only lights it, then all the horse-flies and gnats, which suck our blood will be so hoaxed that they will cease to molest us. And every one is convinced that he alone sees clearly, that he alone has the exclusive measures, and that his diplomacy, county, local, provincial, or whatever you may call it, is a panacea. It never occurs to him, that with such county or local polities, this fatherland, as Yan Casimir said, would go into direptium gentium."
"Sir," said the aged notary to Gronski, pointing to the doctor, "you have pressed in him such a b.u.t.ton, that now he will not stop talking until we shall not be able to move hand or limb."
"That is not a b.u.t.ton, that is a sore," answered Gronski.
And evidently it was a sore for the doctor, as he was so absorbed that he did not hear what was said about him, and began the following dialogue with his absent brother.
"Ah! So you are not a Pole but only a Volhynian with Polish culture?
Very well! Then, in the first place I will tell you that you have repudiated your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather; that you have spat upon their graves; that you have renounced your traditions, your right of existence, that you have grown smaller, that you have deserted your own people and have gone to those who do not want you, who do not invite you and who treat you with contempt; that you hang in the air and you will look prettily under such conditions in your Volhynia. Again, I will tell you that you are not yet a turncoat, since that which you are doing, you do through stupid politics which in consequence of your ignorance you regard as wise, but you have paved the way for future turncoats. Your grandson or great-grandson will renounce Polish culture. And finally, if you say that you are not a Pole, but only a Volhynian, why do you not go back farther, even as far as Darwin? You could with equal justice say that you are not a Pole, but an orang-outang or a pithecanthrope with Polish culture? What? Bah!
But you still say that you do not want to Polonize any one? How can you Polonize? Whether with a whip, with prison, by religious compulsion, with school, or with a gag on the native tongue? Tell me! But, if not denying your nationality you would shine with the example of your public Polish virtues, if you would give someone your Polish hunger for liberty, your Polish ability to understand the sufferings of others, your Polish love, your Polish hope, your faith in a better future, and through these reconcile him to Poland, then would you regard such a Polonization as premature, and bad politics? But in such case, I ask you, you dunce, have you anything better to offer, and why are you staying there where you settled? You don"t know? And in the end you will not even know who you are. That I will tell you. You, Brother, are a weak character and above all have a weak head."
Here he turned to Gronski:
"This is what I have to say to my brother and why I am riding to him.
There is to be some kind of an a.s.sembly there, so I will say this, in other words, publicly."
"If you would only go as quickly as possible," exclaimed the notary.
And the doctor began to laugh.
"But as I have yet time, I will first attend Panna Marynia"s concert."
"By all means," said Gronski, "ride, sir. Poland is not only being cut from the outside by inimical scissors, but she is beginning to be rent asunder internally. Ride, sir, and tell them that publicly. Perhaps some may be found who will be frightened at their amenableness to the future."
"I think that such will be found. For, in the main, I a.s.sume that they, or at least a majority of them, thus far feel in the old way, and only speak as they do in order to loosen, even though for a moment, the noose which presses on their throats. But in this they are mistaken.
The result will be that they will be despised and trampled upon, both from above and below."
"When are you going?"
"The a.s.sembly meets in about ten days, so I actually will stay here about a week, for I have various matters to attend to in Warsaw. In the meantime, I will visit my acquaintances, and among others Pani Otocka, and the Krzyckis. How is Krzycki?"
"As well as a fish--and he is going to marry."
"Well, well. I will wager that it is with that beautiful Englishwoman?
A pure flower!"
"Yes. But it seems that this is not an English flower, only genuinely Polish, from a village meadow."
"For the Lord"s sake. What are you saying?"
"That is no longer any secret. Her name is Hanka Skibianka."
Here Gronski related the whole history of Miss Anney, omitting only that Ladislaus knew her while she was Hanka.
And they listened with astonishment, while the doctor slapped his knees with his palms and cried:
"Ah! If I had known that; ah, if I had known that!"
"Well, what would have happened? asked the notary testily.
"What would have happened? I would have been in love with her not only under the ears but above. As it was, I only missed by a hair being in love with her. Ah, lucky but undeserving Krzycki! But such is my ill-luck. Let only one catch my fancy--lackaday! either some one takes her, or she is in love with somebody else. But it cannot be helped! I must see Miss Anney and tender her my best wishes. For after all Krzycki is a good boy. Such as he will not rebuild Poland, but a good boy, nevertheless. And such a comely rascal, that he ravishes the eye.
I would like to see them together. That will be a couple--what!"
"If you wish to see them, and have the time," said Gronski, "then it will not be difficult, for we arranged yesterday at Pani Otocka"s that to-day we will all be present at the rehearsal for the concert. I can take you gentlemen to-day to the rehearsal, and afterwards, the whole party can go to breakfast."
"Exactly," exclaimed the notary, "that is just what I came to ask you to do. I have dropped out of the old relations and I did not know to whom to apply--well!"
Gronski glanced at his watch.
"If that is the case, all right; but we have still time. In the hall at this moment there is some kind of meeting or lecture, and such meetings usually drag beyond the designated time. After that, before they ventilate the hall and replace the chairs, a half hour will elapse. I have not omitted any rehearsal, so I know how things go."