Her mother approached her with a letter. Majkowska read it, immediately scribbled a few words in reply and handed them to the old woman.
"Deliver this right away, mother," she said.
"Mela, but suppose I don't find him in?" asked her mother.
"Then wait, but do not give it to anyone else but him! Here's something for your trouble, mother . . ." and tapping her throat with her fingers after the custom of drinkers she gave her a forty copeck piece.
The greenish eyes of the old woman gleamed with gratitude and she hurried away with the message.
Janina looked for Glogowski, but he had already left, so she went out into the hall to the counselor who had returned with them, for she remembered that he had promised to tell her what he had read in her palm.
"Mr. Counselor, you owe me something," she began, sitting down beside him.
"Upon my word I don't remember that I owe you anything."
"You promised to tell me what you had read in my palm not so long ago."
"Yes, but not here. Come, we had better go to the dressing-room so that it won't attract anyone's attention."