"Will you come with us, Counselor?" asked Majkowska.
"Certainly, but you must permit me to lead the way, ladies."
"Very well, we'll agree to whatever you suggest."
"I propose that we have breakfast at Versailles. '"
"I must return to the theater," said Janina.
"They've not yet finished reading the play."
"They'll finish it without you. Come, let us go," urged Majkowska.
They walked slowly, for the rain had stopped entirely and the July sun was drying the mud in the streets. The counselor wiggled about, gazed into Janina's eyes and smiled significantly; he bowed to acquaintances he met on the way and before the younger ones he assumed the pose of a conquerer.
The "Versailles Restaurant" was empty. They seated themselves near the balcony and the counselor ordered a very choice breakfast.
It was after three o'clock when they returned to the theater. The rehearsal of the day's performance was in full swing. Cabinski was about to grumble at them for coming late, but Majkowska gave him such a crushing look that he merely frowned and walked away.