"He might organize a new company and play lovers together with her!"
added another voice.
"Jackals! Jackals!" cried Janina aloud, staring defiantly at them.
And she had a great desire to spit in the eyes of all those cowards, so violent a wave of hatred surged through her and so base and cruel did they all appear to her. She restrained herself however, and resumed her seat, but for a long time could not calm herself.
When Janina went on the stage with the chorus, she was still trembling and agitated and the first person she saw in the audience was Grzesikiewicz who sat in the front row of seats. Their eyes met; he made a motion as though he wanted to leave, while she stood amazed for one brief instant in the center of the stage, but immediately collected herself, for she also spied Kotlicki sitting not far away and closely observing Grzesikiewicz and further on Niedzielska who was standing near the stalls and smiling at her in a friendly manner.
Janina did not look at Grzesikiewicz, but she felt his eyes upon her and that began to add to her agitation and excitement. She remembered that she had on short skirts and a peculiar shame filled her at the thought that she was standing before him in these gaudy, theatrical togs. It is impossible to describe what took place within her. Never before had she felt like this. In her stage appearances she usually gazed at the public with an expression of aloofness as on a foolish and slavish throng, but to-day it seemed to her as though she were standing in the front part of a huge cage like some animal on exhibition, while that audience had come to view her and amuse itself with her antics. For the first time she saw that smile which was not on any particular face, but which, nevertheless, hovered over all faces and seemed to fill the theater; it was a smile of indulgent and unconscious irony, a smile of crushing superiority that is seen on the faces of older people when they watch the playing of children. She felt it everywhere.
Afterwards Janina saw only the eyes of Grzesikiewicz immovably fixed upon her. She violently tore herself away from that gaze and looked in another direction, but saw, nevertheless, how Grzesikiewicz got up and left the theater. To be sure, she was not waiting for him, nor did she expect to see him again, yet his departure touched her painfully. She gazed as though with a certain feeling of disappointment at the empty seat which he had occupied just a moment ago and then she retreated with the chorus to the back of the stage.
Glas stood before the very box of the prompter and quietly and significantly began to knock with his foot to Dobek for he was to sing some solo part of which, as was his usual custom, he did not know a single word. Halt signaled to him with his baton and Glas with a comically attuned face began to sing some remembered word and strain his ears for a cue from Dobek, but Dobek was silent.
Halt rapped at his desk energetically, but Glas kept on singing one and the same thing over and over again, whispering pleadingly to Dobek in the pauses: "Prompt! Prompt!"
The chorus, scattered at the back of the stage, began to be confused by the situation, while behind the scenes someone began to recite aloud to Glas, the words of the unfortunate song, but Glas, all perspiring and red with anger and emotion kept on singing, in a circle: "You are mine, oh lovely Rose!" without hearing anything, or knowing what was going on about him.
"Prompt!" he whispered once more in despair, for already the orchestra and a part of the audience had noticed what was happening and was laughing at him. He kicked Dobek in the face and suddenly stood mute and motionless, gazing with a blank expression at the public, for Dobek, having received a kick in the teeth, grabbed Glas by the leg and held him tightly.
"Do you see, my boy! Next time don"t try to get frisky!" whispered the prompter, holding Glas so tightly by the leg that he could not move. "You are done for! You tried to fix Dobek, now Dobek has fixed you! Now we are even!"
The situation was saved by Halt and Kaczkowska who began to sing the following number. Dobek let go Glas"s leg, retreated as deeply as he could into his box and calmly continued to prompt from memory, smiling good-naturedly at Cabinski, who was shaking his fist threateningly at him from behind the scenes.
Janina had not yet succeeded in making out what was happening at the front of the stage, for she saw Grzesikiewicz returning with a large bouquet in his hand. He resumed his former seat and only when the chorus again appeared on the proscenium did he rise, walk over to the orchestra and throw the flowers at Janina"s feet. Then he turned about calmly, pa.s.sed through the hall and vanished, without caring that he had called forth a sensation in the theater.
The girl automatically picked up the flowers and retreated to the back of the stage behind her companions, feeling the eyes of the whole audience centered upon her.
"Is there a "soul" in it?" whispered Zieliaska, pointing to the bouquet.
"Look in the center of the flowers, perhaps you will find something among them," another one of the chorus girls whispered to her.
Janina did not look, but felt a deep grat.i.tude toward Grzesikiewicz for those flowers. After the curtain fell she left the stage without paying any attention to the violent quarrel that broke out between Glas and Dobek.
Glas was jumping with rage, while Dobek was slowly putting on his overcoat and calmly and tauntingly answering: "An eye for an eye.
Sweet is vengeance to the human heart."
He had revenged himself for the trick that Glas had played on him on the foregoing day when he had got Dobek drunk and together with Wladek made him up as a negro. Dobek as soon as he had sobered a bit had calmly gone straight from the saloon to the theater without knowing what had happened to his physiognomy. They had a roaring good time behind the scenes, but Dobek swore vengeance and kept his word, threatening in addition that he would yet get square with Wladek.
Cabinski, irritated by what had happened on the stage, said all kinds of things to Glas, but the latter did not answer him, so deeply humiliated was he by his breakdown on the stage.
Janina all dressed in her street attire, was only waiting for Sowinska to go home with her, when Wladek sidled up to her and softly asked:
"Will you allow me to accompany you? . . ."
"I am going with Sowinska and besides you live in another part of the city," answered Janina.
"Sowinska has just requested me to tell you that she will not return for an hour. She is at the director"s house."
"Well then, let us go."
"Perhaps your bouquet is in the way, let me carry it for you . . ."
he said, extending his hand to take the flowers.
"Oh no, thank you . . . ." answered Janina.
"It must be very precious! . . ." he said, emphasizing his words with a laugh.
"I don"t know how much it costs," she answered coldly, showing no disposition to converse with him.
Wladek laughed, then he spoke about his mother and finally said: "Perhaps you will come to see us? My mother is ill and for a few days she has not left her bed."
"Your mother is ill? Why, I saw her in the theater to-day."
"Is that possible!" he cried in real confusion. "I give you my word that I was certain she was ill . . . for my mother told me that for a few days she has not risen from her bed."
"My mother is trying some scheme on me . . ." he finally added with a frown.
Old Niedzielska was merely continually and persistently spying on him and always had to know with whom he was carrying on a romance, for she constantly trembled at the thought that Wladek might marry some actress.
He took leave of Janina with an att.i.tude of exaggerated respect at the very door of her house and told her that he must go to see his mother to convince himself about her illness.
As soon as Janina had entered the house, Wladek went to the theater and, meeting Sowinska, held a long and secret conversation with her.
The old woman eyed him derisively and promised him her support.
Then he hurried away to Krzykiewicz"s house for a game of cards, for they would often arrange such card-playing evenings now at this, now at another actor"s home, to which they would invite many of their friends from the public.
Janina, having entered her room, placed her flowers in a vase with water and, retiring to sleep, gazed once more at the roses and tenderly whispered: "How good he is!"
CHAPTER VIII
"Please miss, here"s the circular!" cried Wicek, entering Janina"s room.
"What is the news? . . ."
"The reading of that new play, or something like that!" he replied prying about the room.
Janina signed her name to the circular in which the stage-manager summoned the entire company to appear at noon for the reading of Glogowski"s play The Churls.
"A fine bouquet!" exclaimed Wicek, eyeing the flowers standing in the vase. "You might still melt it. . . ."
"Speak like a human being!" said Janina, handing back the signed paper.
"That means I could still sell that bouquet for you."
"But who sells such bouquets and who buys them? . . ."