"A respectable woman!" "But that doesn't prevent her from being a fool." "How are you, Editor!" "Oh, it's the editor, is it! . . . that means we'll have beer and cigarettes." "And here comes the counselor! . . ." "Good evening Counselor!" "What news at the box office?" "Fine! . . . The theater is sold out, for I saw Gold smoking a cigar." "Praised be the gods! The advances on our salaries will be larger." "How do you do, Bolek! . . . Don't come in here, or you will melt like butter . . . we have a little Africa here to-day . . ." "We'll cool ourselves immediately, for I've ordered the beer . . ." "To the stage, everybody! . . . The people to the stage! The priests to the stage! The soldiers to the stage!" shouted the stage-director, rushing from one dressing-room to the other. After a moment, all had vanished. It was well after ten o'clock, the next morning at her hotel when Janina awoke, worn-out completely; for the moment, she could not understand, where she was. She no longer felt any of yesterday's feverish raptures, but rather a quiet gladness that she was already in the theater. At moments, the bright tone of her mood was overcast by some shadow, some presentiment, or unconscious memory from the past; it was the glimmering of something unpleasant which, although it quickly vanished, left traces of uneasiness. She hastily drank her tea and was about to go out, when someone gently rapped at the door. "Come in!" she called. There entered an old Jewish woman, neatly dressed, with a big box under her arm. "Good morning, miss!" "Good morning," she answered, surprised by the visit. "Perhaps you will buy something, miss? . . . I have good, cheap wares. Perhaps you need some jewelry? Perhaps some gloves or hairpins, they are pure silver. I have all kinds of articles at different prices and all are genuine Parisian goods! . . ." she chattered on rapidly, spreading the contents of her box on the table, while her little black eyes with heavy red lids, like the eyes of a hawk, wandered about the room and took stock of everything. Janina kept silent. "It won't harm you to look at them . . ." insisted the Jewess. "I have cheap things and pretty things! Perhaps you will have some ribbons, or laces, or stockings? . . . or will you have some of these silk handkerchiefs? . . ." Janina began to examine the collection spread out on the table and selected a few yards of some ribbon. "Perhaps your mother will also buy something? . . ." ventured the Jewess, looking at her intently. "I am alone." "Alone?" she drawled, with an inquisitive contraction of her eyebrows. "Yes, but I don't intend to live here," explained Janina, as though justifying herself. "Perhaps I might recommend a boarding house to you? . . . I know a certain widow who . . ." "Very well," interrupted the girl, "you might find me a room with some private family on Nowy Swiat, near the theater . . ." "You belong to the theater, miss? . . . ah! . . ." "Yes."