Stella.--The one who is good has the right to live--we must not doubt about ourselves.
Drahomir.--I do not doubt, even for the reason that the poet says: "Saintly is the one who knows how to be a friend" (bows to Stella) "with saints."
Stella.--If he has not secured their friendship by flattery.
Drahomir.--But I must be permitted not to envy the doctor anything.
Stella.--The friendship is not exclusive, although I look upon the doctor as a brother.
Prince.--Stella, what are you talking about? He is your brother as I am a republican. I cannot suffer him, but I cannot get along without him.
Czeska.--Prince, you are joking--
Drahomir (smiling).--Why should you hate him?
Prince.--Why? Have I not told you? He does with us what he pleases. He does as he likes in the house, he does not believe anything, and he is ambitious as the deuce. He is already a professor in the University, and now he wishes to be a member of parliament. Do you hear?--he will be a member of parliament! But I would not be a Starogrodzki if I had permitted it. (Aloud.) Jozwowicz!
Doctor (he is near a window).--Your Highness, what do you order?
Prince.--Is it true that you are trying to become a member of parliament.
Doctor.--At your service, Your Highness?
Prince.--Mrs. Czeska. Have you heard--the world is upside down, Jozwowicz!
Doctor.--What is it, Your Highness?
Prince.--And perhaps you will also become a minister.
Doctor.--It may be.
Prince.--Did you hear? And do you think that I will call you "Your Excellency"?
Doctor.--It would be proper.
Prince.--Jozwowicz, do you wish to give me a stroke of apoplexy?
Doctor.--Be calm, Your Highness. My Excellency will always take care of your Grace"s bile.
Prince.--It is true. The irritation hurts me. What, Jozwowicz--does it hurt me?
Doctor.--Yes, it excites the bile, but it gives you an appet.i.te. (He approaches with George.)
Stella.--What were you talking about?
Doctor.--I have been listening to George. Horrible! Dreadful! George made a mistake by coming into the world two hundred years too late.
Bayards are not appreciated nowadays.
Czeska.--Providence is above all.
Drahomir.--I believe it also.
Doctor.--Were I a mathematician, without contradicting you I would say that, as in many cases we do not know what X equals, we must take care of ourselves.
Prince.--What are you saying?
Stella.--Doctor, pray do not talk so sceptically, or there will be a war--not with papa, but with me.
Doctor.--My scepticism is ended where your words begin, therefore I surrender.
Stella.--How gallant--the member of parliament.
SCENE VI.
The same Servant.
Servant.--Tea is served.
George.--I must bid you good-bye.
Stella.--Why, why are you going so early to-night?
Doctor (aside).--My old schoolmate is at home here.
George.--You must excuse me. I am very happy with you, but to-night I must be going home. I will leave Drahomir--he will replace me.
Stella.--To be angry with you would be to make you conceited. But you must tell me why you are going.
George.--The people who have lost their homes by fire are in my house.
I must give some orders and provide for their necessities.
Czeska (aside).--He is sacrificing pleasure to duty. (Aloud.) Stella!
Stella.--What is it?
Czeska.--To-morrow we must make some collections for them, and provide them with clothing.
Doctor.--I will go with you, ladies. It will be the first case in which misery did not search for the doctor, but the doctor searched for misery.
Czeska.--Very clever.
Prince (rapping with the stick).--Pretwic!
George.--Your Highness, what do you order?
Prince.--You say that this rabble is very poor?