In the meantime on the street resounded savage outcries; the rabble battered down the gate; on the stairs sounded the stamping of feet, after which in the twinkling of an eye the doors leading to the room burst open with a crash, and a mob, composed of Christians and some Jews, filled the residence.
"Away with the kept mistress! Strike! tear! smash!" howled hoa.r.s.e voices.
"For the mercy of G.o.d! People, what do you want here?" cried Hanka.
"Away with the kept mistress! away with the kept mistress! through the window! on to the street!"
In a moment a young man-servant, who rushed to the a.s.sistance of the ladies, was thrown upon the ground and trampled upon. Amidst the dreadful commotion, which the mob increased more and more, the human beasts became unfettered. Women with disheveled hair, filthy striplings with the marks of crime upon their degenerate features, and all manner of ragam.u.f.fins with drunken faces, rushed at the furniture, divans, bed curtains, and everything which fell into their hands. In the residence an orgy of destruction prevailed. The rooms were filled with the stench of sweat and whiskey. The mob became infuriated; it broke, smashed, stole. On the street, under the windows piles of splintered furniture were formed. They threw out even the piano. Finally some ruffian, with a pock-marked visage, seized Marynia"s violin and brandished it, desiring to shatter it on the wall.
But she jumped to its aid and seized his fist with both hands.
"That is mine! that is mine!--I am to play for the poor--"
"Let go!"
"I will not let go!--that is mine!"
"Let go, carrion!"
"That is mine!"
A shot was fired, and, simultaneously, Pani Otocka"s scream pierced the air. Marynia stood for a moment with upraised hands and head inclined backwards; afterwards she reeled and fell back into Hanka"s arms.
The shot and the murder overawed the crowd. The mob became silent, and after a moment began to scamper away, panic-stricken.
XV
Pani Krzycki, Zosia, and Hanka, and with them Gronski, Ladislaus, and Dr. Szremski surrounded the bed on which Marynia lay, after the operation and the extraction of the bullet. A second surgeon and his a.s.sistant sat aloof, awaiting the awakening of the patient. In the room, filled with the odor of iodoform, a profound stillness prevailed.
Marynia had previously awoke immediately after the operation was performed, but stupefied still by the chloroform and weakened by the loss of blood, she soon sank again into a slumber. Her beautiful head lay motionless upon the pillow, her eyes were closed, and her countenance was waxen and transparent, as if she were already dead. In Pani Otocka and in Gronski, who but now sounded within himself the immensity of his affection for that child, despair whimpered with that quiet, terrible whimper, which lacerates, tugs and rends the bosom but fears to emerge on the surface. Both glanced time and again with alarm at Dr. Szremski who from time to time examined Marynia"s pulse, but evidently he himself was uncertain whether that sleep would be final: he only nodded his head and placed his finger to his lips in sign of silence.
Nevertheless, their fears for the time being were vain, as after the lapse of an hour Marynia"s eyebrows commenced to rise, quiver, and after a moment she opened her eyes. Her look, at the beginning, was dull and unconscious. Slowly, however, the stupefaction left her and consciousness of what had occurred as well as of the present moment returned. On her countenance appeared an expression of amazement and affliction, such as a child feels who has been punished cruelly and unjustly. Finally her pupils darkened and two tears coursed down her cheeks.
"For what?--for what?" she whispered with her pallid lips.
Pani Otocka sat at her side and placed her palm on her hand. Gronski was seized with a desire to throw himself on the ground and beat his head on the floor, while the patient asked further in an amazed and mournful whisper:
"For what?--for what?"
G.o.d alone could answer that question. But in the meantime the doctor approached and said:
"Do not speak, child, for that harms."
So she became silent, but the expression of affliction did not disappear from her countenance, and tears continued to flow.
Her sister began to wipe them off; repeating in a subdued voice:
"Marynia, Marynia, calm yourself--you will be well--you are not dangerously wounded--no, no--the doctor guarantees that--"
Marynia raised her eyes at her as if she desired to divine whether she was telling the truth. It appeared, however, that she listened to her sister"s words with a certain hope.
After which, she said:
"It is sultry.--"
The doctor opened the window of the room. Out in the open air the night was fair and starry. Waves of fresh air brought the scent of the acacias.
The patient lay for some time calm, but suddenly she began again to seek somebody with her eyes and asked:
"Is Pan Gronski here?"
"I am, dear, I am--"
"You, sir--will not--let me?--Truly--"
To Gronski it seemed at that moment that he was enveloped by a deep night and that amidst that impenetrable darkness he answered in a strange voice:
"No, no!"
And she spoke with terror, her countenance growing more and more pallid:
"I do not want to die--I am afraid--"
And again tears began to trickle from her eyes--tears inconsolable, tears of a wronged child.
The entrance of a priest relieved the harrowing moment. It was the same old prelate, a relative of the Krzyckis and the Zbyltowskis, who previously shrived Pani Krzycki. Drawing nearer, he sat beside Marynia"s bed and bending over her with a cheering smile, full of hope, said:
"How are you, dear child? Ah, the wretches!--But G.o.d is more powerful than they and everything will end well. I only came to ask about your health. G.o.d be praised the bullet is already extracted.--Now only patience is necessary and you will be patient--will you not?"
Marynia winked her eyes as a token of acquiescence.
The amiable old man continued in a more genial and as if jubilant voice:
"Ah! I knew that you would. Now I will tell you that there is something which often is more efficacious than all the medicines and bandages. Do you know what it is? The Sacrament! Ho! how often in life have I seen that people, who were separated from death by a hair, became at once better after confession, communion, and anointment, and after that recovered their health entirely. You, my dove, are surely far from death, but since it is a Christian duty, which helps the soul and body, it is necessary to perform it. Well, child?"
Marynia again winked her eyes in sign of a.s.sent.
Those present retired from the room and returned only upon the sound of the little bell to be witnesses to the Communion. The patient, after receiving it, lay for some time with closed eyelids and a quiet brightness in her countenance, after which the moment of extreme unction arrived.
In the room a.s.sembled, besides those previously present, the servants of the house; suppressing their sobs, they heard the customary prayers before the rite.
"Lord, Jesus Christ, who hast said through Thy apostle Saint James, "Is any man sick among you? Let him bring in the priests of the Church and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord." We implore Thee, Lord G.o.d, our Redeemer, for the grace of The Holy Ghost: have mercy upon this sick one, heal her wounds, pardon her sins, and banish from her all pains of soul and body and in Thy mercy return health completely to her, in order that, restored to life, she may again give herself up to good deeds. Oh Thou, who being G.o.d, livest and reignest with the Father and Holy Ghost, now and forever. Amen."
The priest appeared to hurry. Quickly he took the vessel standing between two candles under the crucifix and approaching the patient he whispered the second, brief prayer required by the ritual, and at the same time began to administer extreme unction. He first touched the girl"s eyelids, saying, "Through this holy unction and His own most tender mercy, may the Lord pardon thee whatever sins or faults thou hast committed by sight"; after that he anointed her ears to purge the sins which she might have committed through the sense of hearing; after that the lips; after that the hands, resembling two white lilies, which that day were to have played for the poor; and finally he blessed her whole body from head to feet--already purified of all blemish and already as truly angelic and immaculate as a lily in the field.
A half hour pa.s.sed. To those present it seemed that the patient again succ.u.mbed to slumber. But unexpectedly she opened her eyes wide, and cried in a stronger, as if joyful, voice: