Kotlicki went out into the restaurant garden, while Glogowski hurried upstairs to the chorus dressing-room and called through the door: "Miss Orlowska!" Janina peered out. "Please hurry and get dressed for the whole crowd of us is going out for supper and you can't refuse." About a half hour later they were all sitting in a room of one of the large restaurants on Nowy Swiat. The whiskey and lunch were attacked energetically for the nervous strain of the last few hours had sharpened everybody's appetite. They spoke little, but drank a great deal. Janina did not wish to drink, but Glogowski begged her and cried out: "You must drink and that settles it. You must drink, if only to celebrate such an honorable burial as we have held to-day." She drank one glass on trial, but afterwards was forced to drink others; moreover, she felt that it helped her, for she had not yet rid herself of stage nervousness and was trembling about the fate of the play. After various courses had been served, the waiters placed on the table a whole battery of bottles full of wines and liqueurs. "Now we'll have something to fight with!" cried Glas jovially, tinkling a bottle with his knife. "You will fall a victim to your own triumph, if you continue to attack with the same fervor," laughed Wawrzecki. "You people can talk, while we drink!" called Kotlicki, raising his glass. "Here's to the health of our author!" "May you choke, you Zulu!" growled Glogowski, rising and touching glasses with everybody. "May he live long and write a new masterpiece each year!" cried Cabinski, already quite tipsy. "You, Director, also create masterpieces almost every year, yet no one upbraids you for it," jested Glas. "With the help of God and man, gentlemen, yes, yes!" answered Cabinski. Mimi burst out laughing and all joined her. "Come let me hug you! For once you do not lie!" cried Glas. Pepa almost died laughing. "Here's to the health of Mr. and Mrs. Director!" called Wawrzecki. "May they live long and with the help of God and man create more masterpieces!" "Here's to the health of the whole company!" "And now let us drink to the public." "Permit me to interrupt you a moment. Since I alone here represent the public, therefore render homage to me. Approach me with respect and drink to me. You may even kiss me and ask me for some favor. I will consider your request and bestow whatever I am able to!" cried Kotlicki gleefully. He took a glass from the table, stood before a mirror and waited. "Can you beat that for conceit! I will be the first to undergo the ordeal!" cried Glogowski, and with brimming glass, already a bit wobbly on his pins he approached Kotlicki. "Most esteemed and gracious lady! I give you plays written with my heart's blood; only understand and value them justly!" he declaimed with mock pathos, kissing Kotlicki's face.