Krenska summoned her to dinner, announcing that Grzesikiewicz was already waiting.
She wiped away the traces of tears from her eyes, arranged her hair and went.
Grzesikiewicz kissed her hand and seated himself beside her at the table.
Orlowski was in a holiday humor and every now and then twitted
Janina and hurled triumphant glances at her.
Grzesikiewicz was silent and uneasy; occasionally he would speak, but in such a low tone, Janina could scarcely hear what he said. Mrs. Krenska was plainly excited.
A gloomy atmosphere hung over them all. The dinner dragged wearily on. Orlowski at times became wrapt in thought, and would then knit his brows, angrily tug at his beard, and fling murderous glances at his daughter.
After dinner they went to the parlor. Black coffee and cognac were served. Orlowski quickly gulped down his coffee and left the room, kissing Janina on the forehead and growling some unintelligible remark as he departed.
They remained alone.
Janina kept looking out of the window. Grzesikiewicz, all flushed and flustered and unlike himself, began to say something, taking little swallows of coffee in between, until, finally, he drained it off at the gulp and shoved his cup and saucer aside so vigorously that they went tumbling over the table.
She laughed at his violence and embarrassment.