intended, and Czolhanski. It is rather late now: I doubt whether they are going to turn up."
Imszanski turned aside to sa^^ something to a waiter, when he noted with satisfaction that the actors had left the saloon.
He then said he hoped and trusted that we would not look upon him as an intruder, though he had thrust himself on us in such a way.
Czolhanski, a journalist, arrived at about one o'clock, together with Owinski and his fianceé, Miss Gina Wartoslawska, whom I had seen several times previously at Imszanski's.
Her real name is Regina; but she is called Gina. In the movements of her lithe elastic figure is a sort of snake-like suppleness, which tells us of a nervous nature, burning with a passion almost painfully suppressed. She is like a tame panther. Her eyes, long, narrow, partly concealed beneath thin lids, wander hither and thither about the floor with a drooping, apathetic look. Her lips are broad, flattened as it were by many kisses, moist and crimson as if they bled. And, with all that, there is in her something of the type of a priestess.
