I WAS with Kazia and the Suslovskis at the exhibition.
There are crowds before my picture at all times. They began to whisper the moment we entered; and this time they looked mostly, not at the picture, and not at me, but at Kazia. The women especially did not take their eyes from her. I saw that she was pleased with this fabulously; but I did not take it ill of her. I take it worse that she said of Antek’s corpses, “that is not a decent picture.” Suslovski declared that she had taken the words out of his mouth; but I was raging. To think that Kazia too should have such a view of art!
From anger I took farewell of them at once, on pretence that I must see Ostrynski. I went to his office, it is true, but to induce him to dine with me.