George.--Shake hands first. Then give me some advice.
Doctor.--Advice? Are you ill?
George (with an effort).--Truly, you play with me as a cat with a mouse.
Doctor.--Because I know nothing of presentiments.
George.--Did you not tell me that she is not ill?
Doctor.--No, she is wearied.
George.--You speak about it in a strange way and you have no conception of the pain that your words cause me.
Doctor.--Then try to distract her.
George.--What? Who?
Doctor.--Who? Count Drahomir, for instance.
George.--Is she fond of him?
Doctor.--And he of her also. Such poetical souls are always fond of each other.
George.--What do you mean by that?
Doctor (sharply).--And you--how do you take my words?
George (rises.)--Not another word. You understand me, and you must know that I do not always forgive.
Doctor (rises also, approaches George and looks into his eyes).--I believe you wish to frighten me. Besides this, what more do you wish?
George (after a moment of struggle with himself).--You must ask me what I did wish, because I do not now wish for anything. You have known her longer than I have, therefore I came to you as her friend and mine, and for answer you banter with me. In your eyes there shone hatred for me, although I have never wronged, you. Be the judge yourself! I would be more than right in asking you: What do you wish of me, if it were not for the reason (with pride) that it is immaterial to me. (He goes out.)
Doctor.--We shall see.
SCENE XIII.
Jozwowicz. Servant.
Servant.--A messenger brought this letter from Mr. Anton Zuk.
Doctor.--Give it to me. (The servant goes out. Doctor looks at the door through which George went out.) Oh, I can no longer control my hatred. I will crush you into dust; and now I shall not hesitate any longer. (Opens letter feverishly) d.a.m.nation, I must be going there at once.
SCENE XIV.
Jozwowicz. Mrs. Czeska.
Czeska (enters swiftly).--Doctor, I am looking for you.
Doctor.--What has happened?
Czeska.--Stella is ill. I found her weeping.
Doctor (aside.)--Poor child! (Aloud) I will go to see her at once.
(They go out.)
END OF ACT III.
ACT IV.
The same Drawing Room.
SCENE I.
Jozwowicz. Drahomir.
(Jozwowicz sits at table writing in notebook. Drahomir enters.)
Drahomir.--Doctor, I came to bid you farewell.
Doctor (rising suddenly).--Ah, you are going away?
Drahomir.--Yes.
Doctor.--So suddenly? For long?
Drahomir.--I am returning to-day to Swietlenice, to George; to-morrow I leave for Paris.
Doctor.--One word--have you said anything to any one of your plans?
Drahomir.--Not yet. I only made up my mind an hour ago.
Doctor.--Then Mr. Pretwic knows nothing about it as yet?
Drahomir.--No; but why do you ask?