"My dear! Have a little money when you come to Warsaw, have a large repertoire, a select company, beautiful choruses and give those plays which I like and your treasury will be bursting with gold."
"Esteemed public!" cried Glas, with a comical pathos, kissing
Kotlicki's beard.
"Speak!" said Kotlicki.
"Esteemed female! Give me some money and then have your head shaved, a yellow jacket put on you and green paper pasted about you and we will see that you are sent where you belong."
"I can't promise you money, but I assure you, you'll get . . . delirium tremens, my son . . ." answered Kotlicki!
"Topolski, it's your turn!"
"Give me a rest! I have enough of your puppet shows."
Cabinska also did not wish to take part in the amusement, but Mimi bowed comically and stroked Kotlicki's face.
"My dear! my precious public!" she entreated in caressing tones. "Keep Wladek from continually falling in love with some new charmer and . . . see, I could make use of a bracelet, then a green suit for the fall, some furs for the winter and . . . see that the director pays me my salary."
"You will get what you wish, for you desired it sincerely, and here is the address."