The waiter spread the table and brought a roast, side dishes, and champagne in a cooler; then he left the gentlemen to themselves. Leonin bolted the door after him.
"This is a queer kind of a sugar refinery," remarked Ödön, glancing through the grating.
The other laughed. "You thought we only knew how to sing psalms, I suppose," said he.
"But such a resort here in a government building!" exclaimed Ödön.
Leonin smiled and put his finger on his lips.
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" asked the other.
"If we were we should all take a trip to Siberia."
"Don't you fear the musicians may betray you?"
"They can't see. Every member of the orchestra is blind. But don't listen to the music. That is well enough for old gentlemen: something better is in store for us."
Leonin knocked twice on the partition wall separating them from the next box, the signal was repeated above, and in a few minutes a door opened in the partition and a woman's form appeared.