"There is a letter here for you," said he, without raising his eyes from his work.
I take a letter from the table and feel a ring through the envelope. Good! that ring will do for to-morrow. I open the letter, and read as follows,—
I know that the return of this ring will cause pleasure, for you had this in view evidently. As to me, I do not think of rivalling actresses.
Kazia.
At least it is brief. From this letter anger alone is looking forth, nothing more. If any shade of charm surrounded Kazia in my eyes hitherto, that shade is blown away now beyond return.
A wonderful thing! all supposed that Eva was the cause of my disguise and of all those adventures; and in truth the cause of what follows will be Eva.
I crush the letter, put it in my pocket, and go to bed.
Antek raises his eyes from his work, and looks in expectation that I will say something; but I am silent.
"That scoundrel Ostrynski was here this evening after the theatre," said Antek.