No, never I shall be won by the graces of a young page with tawny eye-lashes, nor by the refined softness and subtlety of any art whatever. Strength alone can win me. As the cat carries off its little ones in its jaws, so let Him carry me away; and whithersoever he may take me, thither I shall go.
When we entered the concert-hall, it was already full. Gina was looking like a ghost.
We saw a good many people we knew, and several gentlemen came to present their respects. They were rather surprised to see Gina there, looked at her not without some tender interest, and seemed to scent a quarry.
Czolhanski, who as representative of his paper was sitting in the first row, also perceived us.
"Where is Mr. Witold?" he asked, looking round the hall. "I have been waiting for him, but he does not come."
"Unfortunately," I answered in a rather dry tone, "I am not in a position to enlighten you. However, if he has made an appointment with you, he may be expected to come."
In reality, however, I was quite sure that Witold would be absent. He had even ad-
