The world, when it asks more from artists than from others, and when it condemns them, is right perhaps; but Christ, too, will be right when He saves them.
Ostrynski maintains, it is true, that actors belong to the artistic world as much as clarionets and French horns belong to it.
But that is not true; the best proof is Eva Adami, who is a thorough artist, both by gifts and that feeling which has preserved her from evil as a mother would. In spite of all the friendship which I have for Eva, I had not seen her for a long time; when she saw me then, she was very glad, though she had a certain astonished look, which I could not explain.
"How art thou, Vladzio?" [20] asked she. "For a wonder I see thee."
I was delighted to find her. She wore a Turkish morning gown with split sleeves; it had red palm-leaves on a cream-colored ground, and was bordered with wide embroidery in old gold. The rich embroidery was reflected with special beauty in her pale face and violet eyes. I told her so, and she was greatly pleased. I came to the point then at once.
"My golden diva! thou knowest Pani Kolchanovski, that wonderful lady of the Ukraine?"
"I do; she was my schoolmate."
"Take me to her."
Eva shook her head.
"My golden, my good one, as thou lovest me!"