"But that is preposterous! . . . Surely your father can be placated. . . ."
"No . . . I will not stay here any longer. I have enough of this torment . . . enough . . . ."
"Are you going to your aunt's house?"
Janina was sunk in thought for a moment, but suddenly her gloomy face brightened with a flash of determination.
"I will go and join the theater. The die is cast! . . ."
Krenska glanced at her sharply.
"Come, help me pack my trunk. I will leave on the next train."
"The next passenger train does not go to Kielce."
"It doesn't matter. I will go to Strzemieszyce, and from there, by the Viennese line to Warsaw. . . ."
"If I were you, Janina, I'd think it over. . . . Later you may regret it. . . ."