Kotlicki went out into the restaurant garden, while Glogowski hurried upstairs to the chorus dressing-room and called through the door: "Miss Orlowska!"
Janina peered out.
"Please hurry and get dressed for the whole crowd of us is going out for supper and you can't refuse."
About a half hour later they were all sitting in a room of one of the large restaurants on Nowy Swiat.
The whiskey and lunch were attacked energetically for the nervous strain of the last few hours had sharpened everybody's appetite. They spoke little, but drank a great deal.
Janina did not wish to drink, but Glogowski begged her and cried out: "You must drink and that settles it. You must drink, if only to celebrate such an honorable burial as we have held to-day."
She drank one glass on trial, but afterwards was forced to drink others; moreover, she felt that it helped her, for she had not yet rid herself of stage nervousness and was trembling about the fate of the play.
After various courses had been served, the waiters placed on the table a whole battery of bottles full of wines and liqueurs.
"Now we'll have something to fight with!" cried Glas jovially, tinkling a bottle with his knife.
"You will fall a victim to your own triumph, if you continue to attack with the same fervor," laughed Wawrzecki.