My brain, intensely excited, showed me things as they were. But I half closed my eyes, and looked at him through the lids as though about to faint.
All would not do.... My mind was sober: its powers came into full play.
At that instant I drew back, and—with all the force of my rage, hate, despair, and revenge—revenge for everything and for us all—I dealt him a furious blow with my clenched fist, right between those phosphorescent greenish lustful eyes!
He reeled, and fell along with his chair on to the floor. Gina was at the door in a flash.
I flung down upon the table all the money I had by me, and, slamming the door behind us, rushed out in Gina’s company.
No one was in the passage. I walked out of the saloon, my face by this time wearing an unconcerned expression. In the cloakroom we put on the hooded mantles we had taken to the concert. I went home, shorn of all my strength, and in a state of complete collapse.
An astonishing woman, that Gina! She never asked me for any sort of explanation.
“This explosion scene has done me good,” was her indifferent and only comment.
From this day, I am her friend.
I have told Gina all about the whole business, from beginning to end. She said I was terribly naïve. “Things could not possibly have turned out otherwise.” She advised me to forgive Witold. It was only if he had loved another that I could have had any cause for complaint. But such a passing connection as that!... Besides, I had no rights over him; and moreover, he was a man!... Owinski, too, had been several times unfaithful to her; and yet, though their relations had been very different from ours, she had always forgiven him: though indeed not without difficulty.... It was only now that the inwardness of suffering had come home to her.... Had he been willing, she would have agreed to his having a dozen others besides his wife!