"All right, we shall look over some autumn capes while we're at it."
"What is that going to be? . . . an insertion?" Rosinska asked Mrs.
Piesh who was busily crocheting something.
"Yes, do you see what a nice design it is? I got a sample from the directress."
Again there followed a moment of complete silence in which was heard nothing but the even voice of the stage-manager, the dripping of the rain and the buzz of the saw in the dressing-room.
"Let me have a cigarette," said Wawrzecki turning to Wladek. "Did you win anything at cards yesterday?"
"I lost, as usual, just as I was on the point of making a big haul of three hundred rubles. Some luck, eh? . . . A certain plan has occurred to my mind! . . ." Wladek leaned over toward Wawrzecki and began to whisper secretly into his ear.
"What have you done about your living quarters?" Krzykiewicz asked
Glas, handing him a cigarette.
"Oh, nothing, I'm still living in the same place."
"Are you paying your rent?"
"Not yet, but soon!" answered the comedian, winking one of his eyes.