They found an unoccupied seat near one of the pools, under a huge plane tree and for a time sat there in silence.
The garden was fairly empty. A few persons seated here and there upon the benches appeared like shadows in the sultry air. The last roses of summer gleamed with their bright hues through the foliage of the low-hanging branches; the stocks in the central flower-bed diffused a heavy fragrance. The birds twittered only at rare intervals with somnolent voices. The trees stood motionless as though listening to the sunlit tranquility of that August day. Only now and then some leaf or withered twig would float down in a spiral line upon the lawns. The golden splashes of sunlight filtering through the branches formed a shifting mosaic upon the grass and gleamed like strips of pale platinum.
"Let the devil take it all!" Glogowski occasionally flung out into the silence and distractedly rumpled his hair.
Janina merely glanced at him, loath to mar with words the silence that enveloped her that calm of nature lulled to sleep by the excessive warmth. She also was lulled by some unknown tenderness that had no connection with any particular thing, but seemed to float down out of space, from the blue sky, from the transparent whiteness of the slowly sailing clouds from the deep verdure of the trees.
"For goodness' sake, say something, or I'll go crazy, or get hydrophobia! . . ." he suddenly exclaimed.
Janina burst out laughing, "Well, let us talk about this evening, if about nothing else," ventured the girl.
"Do you want to drive me crazy altogether? May the deuce take me, but I fear I won't endure till this evening!"
"But haven't you told me that this is not your first play, so . . ."
"Yes, but at the presentation of each new one the ague always shakes me, for always at the last moment I see that I have written rubbish, tommyrot, cheap trash . . ."
"I don't pretend to be a judge, but I liked the play immensely. It is so frank."