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"Our painter Orlowski,"56 interrupted Telimena, "had a Soplica's

taste. (You must know that this is the malady of the Soplicas,

not to like anything except their own country.) Orlowski, who

spent his life in St. Petersburg, a famous painter (I have some

of his sketches in my desk), dwelt close by the Emperor, in his

court, as in paradise; and, Count, you cannot believe how

homesick he was, he loved constantly to call to mind the days of

his youth; he glorified everything in Poland, land, sky,

forests."