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"How can you stand such a thing?"
"I love him too much to pay attention to such trifles."
Janina began to laugh nervously, and said: "Such things are to be seen only in the operetta . . . well, and behind the scenes."
"Bah, I will avenge myself for it!"
"You will avenge yourself? I'm very curious to know how. . . ."
"I will marry him . . . I will make him marry me!"
"So that will be your vengeance?" inquired Janina in amazement.
"There couldn't be a better one. Oh, I'll make his life warm for him! . . . Come, I have to buy some chocolate."
"You didn't have money for supper?" cried Janina involuntarily.
"Ha! ha! ha! How naive you still are! You saw the gentlemen who sends me bouquets and yet, you think that I have no money! Where were you brought up?"
Suddenly, she changed the tone of her voice and asked Janina inquisitively: "Tell me, have you also someone? . . ."
"I have art!" answered Janina gravely, not even offended by her question.
"You are either very ambitious or very wise . . . I did not know you before . . ." said Majkowska and began to listen more attentively.
"Ambitious . . . perhaps, for I have only one object in belonging to the theater and that is art."
"Come, don't try to play a farce with me! Ha! ha! Art, as an aim of life! That is a theme for a fine couplet, but it is an old trick."
"That depends on the person in question."
Majkowska became silent and began gloomily to ponder.
"It was hard to catch up with you!" called someone behind them.
"Oh, what brings you here, Counselor? So you are off duty?"
spitefully whispered Majkowska, for she knew that the counselor always attended Cabinska.
"I want to change my mistress. . . . I am seeking a new position."
"In my service the duties are very exacting."
"Oh, in that case, thank you! I am already too old . . . I know someone who would be more considerate for my age." And he bowed to Janina with studied courtesy.
"Will you come with us, Counselor?" asked Majkowska.
"Certainly, but you must permit me to lead the way, ladies."
"Very well, we'll agree to whatever you suggest."
"I propose that we have breakfast at Versailles. '"
"I must return to the theater," said Janina.
"They've not yet finished reading the play."
"They'll finish it without you. Come, let us go," urged Majkowska.
They walked slowly, for the rain had stopped entirely and the July sun was drying the mud in the streets. The counselor wiggled about, gazed into Janina's eyes and smiled significantly; he bowed to acquaintances he met on the way and before the younger ones he a.s.sumed the pose of a conquerer.
The "Versailles Restaurant" was empty. They seated themselves near the balcony and the counselor ordered a very choice breakfast.
It was after three o'clock when they returned to the theater. The rehearsal of the day's performance was in full swing. Cabinski was about to grumble at them for coming late, but Majkowska gave him such a crus.h.i.+ng look that he merely frowned and walked away.
Her mother approached her with a letter. Majkowska read it, immediately scribbled a few words in reply and handed them to the old woman.
"Deliver this right away, mother," she said.
"Mela, but suppose I don't find him in?" asked her mother.
"Then wait, but do not give it to anyone else but him! Here's something for your trouble, mother . . ." and tapping her throat with her fingers after the custom of drinkers she gave her a forty copeck piece.
The greenish eyes of the old woman gleamed with grat.i.tude and she hurried away with the message.
Janina looked for Glogowski, but he had already left, so she went out into the hall to the counselor who had returned with them, for she remembered that he had promised to tell her what he had read in her palm.
"Mr. Counselor, you owe me something," she began, sitting down beside him.
"Upon my word I don't remember that I owe you anything."
"You promised to tell me what you had read in my palm not so long ago."
"Yes, but not here. Come, we had better go to the dressing-room so that it won't attract anyone's attention."
They went to the dressing-room of the chorus.
The counselor spent quite a while examining both her hands very minutely and finally said with some embarra.s.sment: "Upon my word, this is the first time that I see such strange hands!"
"Oh, please tell me everything!"
"I can't. . . . And I don't know whether it's true."
"It makes no difference whether it is true or not, you must tell me by all means, my dear Counselor!" coaxed Janina.
"A mental disorder of some kind, it seems. . . . Of course I don't know and I don't believe it. I tell you only what I see But . . .
but . . ."
"And what of the theater?" Janina asked.