Anton.--Ah, that is the princess. Doctor.--Yes, it is she. Anton.--Very pretty, but looks as though she was made of mist. As for me, I prefer women like my wife. From such as your princess you cannot expect sturdy democrats. Doctor.--Enough of that. Anton.--Then I will weigh anchor and sail. I will distribute the pamphlet with your address, and then I will write another article against Husarski. If they put me in prison they shall at least have a reason for it. Good-bye. Doctor.--If you meet a servant, tell him that I am waiting for Count Drahomir. SCENE V. Jozwowicz--then Drahomir. Doctor (alone).--Let that golden-haired page go, but he must see her before he goes. This leave-taking shall be the red flag for the bull. (Drahomir enters.) I am waiting for you, sir. Is Mr. Pretwic in the château? Drahomir.--He is with the prince. Doctor.--Count, be seated, and let us talk. Drahomir (uneasily).--I am listening, sir. Doctor.--You are in love with the princess. Drahomir.--Mr. Jozwowicz! Doctor.--On your honor--yes or no? Drahomir.--Only God has the right to ask me such a question. I do not dare to ask myself. Doctor.--And your conscience? Drahomir.--And no one else. Doctor.--Then let us turn the question. She loves you. Drahomir.--Be silent, sir. Oh, God! Doctor.--Your pride is broken. You knew of it? Drahomir.--I did not wish to know it. Doctor.--But now you are aware of it. Drahomir.--That is the reason why I am going away from here forever. Doctor.--It is too late, sir. You have tangled her life and now you leave her. Drahomir.--For God's sake, what shall I do, then? Doctor.--Go away, but not forever, and not without telling her good-bye. Drahomir.--Why should I add the last drop to an already overflowing cup? Doctor.--A beautiful phrase. Can you not understand that it will hurt her good name if you should go away suddenly without taking leave of her? And she--she is ill and she may not be able to bear your departure. Drahomir.--I do not see any remedy-- Doctor.--There is only one. Find some pretext, bid her good-bye quietly, and tell her that you will be back. Otherwise it will be a heavy blow for her strength. You must leave her hope. She must not suspect anything. Perhaps later she will become accustomed to your absence--perhaps she will forget-- Drahomir.--It will be better for her to forget. Doctor.--I will do my best, but I shall first throw a handful of earth on your memory. Drahomir.--What shall I do, then? Doctor.--To find a pretext to bid her good-bye, tell every one that you are going. Then come back--and go away. Mr. Pretwic also must not know anything. Drahomir.--When shall I bid her good-bye? Doctor.--In a moment. I told her. I will manage to be with Pretwic during that time. She will be here presently. Drahomir.--I would prefer to die. Doctor.--No one is certain of to-morrow. Be off now. (Drahomir goes out.) SCENE VI. Jozwowicz. Then a servant.