"Don't remind me of that. I know what awaits me. But I must now bid farewell to you."
"Aren't you going to escort me home?"
"No . . . Oh well, all right, but I warn you I will talk to you about . . . love!" he cried gayly.
"Well, in that case, good-by! May God preserve you from such falsehoods."
"Your ears must have surfeited on that rubbish, if the very mention of it nauseates you. . . ."
"Go now if you wish . . . I will tell you about it some other time. . . ."
Glogowski leaped into a hack and drove away in haste toward Comely
Street and Janina went home.
She tried on the peasant costume which Mme. Anna was making for her appearance and thought with a smile of the alliance that she had formed with Glogowski.
At the theater it was evident that a premiere was to be given. All the members of the company appeared earlier, dressed and made up more carefully than usual and only Krzykiewicz, as was his custom, paraded about the dressing-room and the stage half-dressed with his rouge pot in his hand.
Stanislawski, who when he played, usually came about two hours before the performance, was already dressed and only now and then added an extra touch to his make-up.