JUNE
155
Ledynska on the back), Mother, you've grown since yesterday. . .
MRS. LEDYNSKA (laughing): Making fun of your mother. . .
JENIK: No, but really . . . (suddenly): Mother, have you got any bilberries? Let's have some bilberries to the cutlet.
MRS. LEDYNSKA: You have got an appetite to-day, again.
LIDKA (comes from the kitchen and pours soup on to a plate): Perhaps it'll be warm enough.
JENIK (catching hold of Lidka tight by the arm): Lidka, Lidka . . . our trees are sprouting heavenwards, ha, ha. .! A new species, northern type, fir-trees . . . or goodness knows what, d'you hear? Pop go the corks inside, out gushes the foaming purple, like a raging red plume . . oh . . . (he waves the spoon): Don't you think I've quite got the royal manner? (He begins to eat greedily.)
LIDKA: You're in an excellent humour to-day.
JENIK: Absolutely dazzling, what?
LIDKA: It suits you.
JENIK: Only not too much salt. You've put too much salt in the soup.
LIDKA: As if you knew anything about it. . .
JENIK: All right, I won't say another word.
MRS. LEDYNSKA (bringing a plate with cutlet and bilberries) : Shall Lidka go for some beer?
JENIK: I am thirsty, but . . . no, never mind . . .
