"To that I'll agree, but you needn't get angry at me and express your indignation in such a drastic manner; that is a trifle too . . ."
"Please leave the room immediately!" cried Janina, trembling with anger.
"A comedienne! A comedienne, upon my word!" whispered the counselor to himself, hastily putting on his overcoat, for he was irritated and offended. He hurried out, angrily slamming the door after him.
"Oh, what a scoundrel! What a scoundrel! and I belong to such a man . . . I! They are jackals, not human beings, jackals! Wherever one turns there is mud and filth!"
And so great grew Janina's indignation, that she cried almost aloud through her tears: "Base wretches! wretches! wretches!"
Soon afterwards, Wladek returned bringing with him the powder, a bottle of whisky and a package of sandwiches. He eyed Janina curiously and looked about the room.
"The counselor was here!" she flung at him harshly.
The actor laughed cynically and exclaimed in a barroom jargon, "I cornered him. Now we can have a little feast."
Janina was about to tell him how base he was, but suddenly there rang in her ears those words: "Be good! Forgive!"
She restrained herself and began to laugh, but so harshly and so long that she fell upon the bed and, tossing about on it, began to repeat amid that dreadful, hysterical laughter: "Be good! Forgive!"