"Mother, take that crazy woman away from here; she is continually creating scandals," said Topolski and went out into the hall.
"My dear daughter! Do you see! I told you and begged you not to go with such a poor fool! . . . See what your love has brought you to, my Mela! Come, get up, my child!"
"Go to the devil, mother!" cried Majkowska, pushing away her mother.
Then she sprang up from the floor and began to pace rapidly up and down the stage. In this violent motion she must have spent the rest of her anger, for she began to hum and smile to herself and afterwards called to Janina in the most natural voice: "Perhaps you will take a walk with me? . . ."
"Very well, it has even stopped raining . . ." answered the younger woman, glancing at her face.
"I have a fine lover, haven't I? . . . Did you see what was going on?"
"I saw and cannot yet calm my indignation."
"Oh, nonsense!"
"How can you stand such a thing?"
"I love him too much to pay attention to such trifles."