They went to the dressing-room of the chorus.
The counselor spent quite a while examining both her hands very minutely and finally said with some embarrassment: "Upon my word, this is the first time that I see such strange hands!"
"Oh, please tell me everything!"
"I can't. . . . And I don't know whether it's true."
"It makes no difference whether it is true or not, you must tell me by all means, my dear Counselor!" coaxed Janina.
"A mental disorder of some kind, it seems. . . . Of course I don't know and I don't believe it. I tell you only what I see But . . . but . . ."
"And what of the theater?" Janina asked.
"You will be famous . . . you will be very famous!" he whispered hurriedly without looking at her.
"That isn't true; you didn't see that there!" she exclaimed, reading the falsehood in his eyes.
"My word! my word of honor all that is written there! You will achieve fame, but through so much suffering, through so many tears. . . . Beware of dreaming!"