"Go and buy me some powder, for I must go to the theater to-day," she said to him.
Wladek rose eagerly to fulfill her behest.
"Close the door after you, for I am going to dress."
He closed the door with the latch to which he had his own key, and departed.
On the street, almost at the very door Wladek spied the counselor. A sudden idea flashed through his mind, for he smiled and cordially approached the old man.
"Good morning, esteemed counselor."
"Good morning, how are you feeling, eh?"
"Thank you, I am entirely well, only Miss Orlowska is ill. The directress has just asked me to see how she was getting along."
"What? Miss Janina is ill? They told me so behind the scenes, but I did not believe it, for I thought . . ."
"Yes, she is sick. I am just now going for some medicine."