"You'll change your minds about it, if they leave the theater and demand their money back!" cried Cabinski, rushing out in utter desperation.
The actors threw down their cards and all began to dress themselves in feverish haste and to complete their make-up.
"What do we play first?"
"The Vow."
"Stanislawski!"
"You can ring, I am coming!" called Stanislawski, as he slowly made his way to the stage.
"Hurry! or they'll wreck the theater!" cried Cabinski in the doorway.
They were giving a so-called "dramatic bouquet," or "as you like it," that is: a comic sketch, a one-act operetta, a scene from a drama and a solo dance. Almost the entire company took part in the performance.
Janina sat behind the scenes and watched the stage, waiting for her turn. She felt greatly overwrought by the happenings of that entire day. She closed her eyes and became rapt in a quiet meditation of the words of Grzesikiewicz, who had again recurred to her memory, but suddenly, she started with a shudder, for behind his face she saw emerging the satyr-like face of Kotlicki with its mocking smile; then, there passed before her mind a vision of Glogowski with his large head and kindly look. She rubbed her eyes as though to drive those visions away from her, but that smile of Kotlicki would not leave her memory.
"What a disgusting poodle that Rosinska is!" whispered Majkowska, standing before Janina.