the end of the season," said Cabinski.

"Dry up, or drink yourself to death, but do not tell me such
nonsense," shouted Glogowski. "The next thing you know, the
restaurant-keeper will come running in here and begin to berate me
because for the same reasons he sold less beer and whiskey; a public
that must listen and laughs seldom prefers hot tea."

"But my dear sir, nobody writes plays for himself, he writes them
for other human beings."

"Yes, for human beings, but not for Zulus," retorted Glogowski.

Kotlicki again approached Glogowski and spoke to him for a long
while. Glogowski frowned and said: "First of all, I haven't the
money for it, for it would cost a great deal and, in the second
place, I am not at all anxious to be 'one of our well-known and
celebrated,' for that is a prostitution of one's talent!"

"I can be of service to you with my funds, if you wish. . . . I
presume that our old ties of companionship at school . . ."

"Let us drop that! . . ." Glogowski violently interrupted him. "But
that has given me a certain idea . . . Suppose we arrange a little
supper, but only for a few persons, eh?"

"Good! we will draw up a list right away; Mr. and Mrs. Cabinski,
Majkowska and Topolski, Mimi and Wawrzecki and Glas, as an
entertainer, of course. Whom else shall we include?"

Kotlicki wished to suggest Janina, but was restrained from saying so
openly.

"Aha! I know . . . Miss Orlowska . . . the Filipka of my play! Did
you see how superbly she acted the part?"

"Indeed, she played it well . . ." answered Kotlicki, glancing
suspiciously at Glogowski, for he thought that he also had designs
upon Janina.

"Go and invite them. I will come right away."

Kotlicki went out into the restaurant garden, while Glogowski
hurried upstairs to the chorus dressing-room and called through the
door: "Miss Orlowska!"

Janina peered out.

"Please hurry and get dressed for the whole crowd of us is going out
for supper and you can't refuse."

About a half hour later they were all sitting in a room of one of
the large restaurants on Nowy Swiat.

The whiskey and lunch were attacked energetically for the nervous
strain of the last few hours had sharpened everybody's appetite.
They spoke little, but drank a great deal.

Janina did not wish to drink, but Glogowski begged her and cried
out: "You must drink and that settles it. You must drink, if only to
celebrate such an honorable burial as we have held to-day."

She