Drahomir. Doctor.
Drahomir.--The princess is a true angel.
Doctor.--Yes, there is not a spot in the crystalline purity of her
nature.
Drahomir.--It must be true when even you, a sceptic, speak of her with
such enthusiasm.
Doctor.--I have been here six years. When I came she wore short
dresses. She grew by my side. Six years have their strength--it was
impossible not to become attached to her.
Drahomir.--I believe you. (After a while of silence) Strange, however,
that you self-made people have no hearts.
Doctor.--Why?
Drahomir.--Because--I know what you would say about her social
position, but hearts are equal, so it does not matter. Then how did it
happen that you, being so near the princess, did not--
Doctor (interrupting).--What?
Drahomir.--I cannot find an expression.
Doctor.--But I have found it. You are asking me why I did not fall in
love with her?
Drahomir.--I hesitated to pronounce the too bold word.
Doctor.--Truly, if you, count, are lacking in boldness, I am going to
help you out, and I ask you: And you, sir?
Drahomir.--Doctor, be careful.
Doctor.--I hear some lyrical tone.
Drahomir.--Let us finish this conversation.
Doctor.--As you say, although I can speak quietly, and in order to
change the conversation, I prefer to ask you: Do you think she will be
happy with Mr. Pretwic?
Drahomir.--What a question! George loves her dearly.
Doctor.--I do not doubt it, but their natures are so different. Her
thoughts and sentiments are as delicate as cobweb--and George? Have
you noticed how hurt she was that he accepted the challenge?
Drahomir.--Why did you tell her about it?
Doctor.--I was wrong. Therefore George--
Drahomir.--Will be happy with her.
Doctor.--Any one would be happy with her, and to every one one might
give the advice to search for some one like her. Yes, count, search
for some one like her (he goes out).
Drahomir (alone).--Search for some one like her--and if there is some
one like, her--too late (he sits down and covers his face with his
hand).