"The director has enough of those calves."
"Don't fear, Wladek, they do not encumber the budget, for Cabinski has a custom of failing to pay his actors, particularly the young and pretty ladies."
Thereat they all began laughing.
"Treat us to a whiskey, Director, and I will tell you something,"
Glas began anew.
"Well, what is it?"
"That the manager will treat us to another. . . ."
"My funny sir, your belly grows at the expense of your wit . . . you are beginning to prate like a fool," remarked Wladek.
"Only for fools . . ." Glas maliciously thrust back at Wladek and retired behind the scenes.
"John!" came the voice of the director's wife from the veranda.
Cabinski went out to meet her.