"Yes . . . surely you must have guessed by now that I love you," said Kotlicki, drawing together his lips which were trembling and looking at her pleadingly.
"There they say the same, only they play a little better!" she remarked scornfully, pointing to the stage.
Kotlicki drew himself erect, a sullen shadow passed over his equine face, his eyes gleaming threateningly.
"I will convince you! . . ."
"Very well, but to-morrow at Bielany, not now," Janina coolly extended her hand in farewell and left for the dressing-room.
Kotlicki gazed after her covetously, biting his lips.
"A comedienne!" he finally whispered, leaving the theater.
CHAPTER VII
Janina awoke at about half-past ten in the morning.
Sowinska had just brought in her breakfast.
"Was anyone here to see me? . . ." she asked.