"You are mistaken, you pantomime artist!" retorted Rosinska.
"I am not speaking to you."
"But I am answering you. Please stay here," she said, turning to
Janina who wanted to leave.
"Don't you begin with me! Do you think I'm going to dress together with novices, eh?"
"Wait, you'll get a separate cell with a strait-jacket of your own.
You can't miss it."
"Shut your mouth! You forty-year-old simp."
"My age is none of your business, you ruined heroine!"
"She looks like a drenched hen on the stage and yet dares to raise her voice here."
Everybody in the dressing-room was shaking with laughter, while Rosinska and Majkowska began to quarrel ever more vulgarly, without however interrupting for a moment their make-up and hasty dressing.
Janina listened to the quarrel in silence. She hardly felt any grievance toward Majkowska for depriving her of the role, but only a physical aversion to her person. Majkowska now appeared to her so filthy, brazen, and base that even her voice sounded disgusting.