"Who is that young lady over there?" inquired the counselor, pointing to Janina who was listening attentively to the rehearsal.
"A novice."
"She has an engaging expression. Her face shows good breeding and intelligence. Do you know who she is? . . ."
"Wicek!" called Cabinska to the boy who was playing about the garden, "go and ask that lady, standing near the box, to come here."
Wicek ran over to Janina circled about her, glanced into her eyes and said: "The old woman over there wishes to see you."
"What old woman? . . . Who? . . ." she asked, unable to understand him.
"Cabinska, Mrs. Pepa, the directress, of course! . . ."
Janina approached slowly, while the counselor observed her intently.
"Please have a seat, mademoiselle. This is our dear counselor, the patron of our theater," spoke Cabinska, introducing him.
"I beg your pardon!" cried the counselor, grasping her hand and turning the palm to the light.