"For a whole year I walked with him, his wife, his son, the immortal Leo and one other actress. I say that I 'walked' because in those days we seldom used other means of locomotion. Very often there was nothing to eat, but I could act and declaim as much as I liked. I had an enormous repertoire. With a cast of four persons we presented Shakespeare and Schiller, most wonderfully made over for our own use by Krzyzanowski, who besides that had a great many plays of his own with double or quadruple titles."
While the rain continued interminably, they drew together in a still closer circle and chatted. Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by loud cries from the stage.
"Quiet! what is that?" asked everybody.
"Aha! Majkowska versus Topolski in a scene of free love."
Janina went out to see what was happening. On the almost totally dark stage the heroic pair were engaged in a quarrel.
"Where were you?" cried Majkowska, springing at Topolski with clenched fists.
"Let me alone, Mela."
"Where were you all last night?"
"I tell you, please go away. . . . If you are ill, go home."
"You were playing cards again, weren't you? And I haven't even enough money for a dress! I couldn't even buy myself a supper last night!"