Drahomir. Prince. Finally Jozwowicz.
Prince (rushing in).--She has tormented me until now. Good gracious!
Ah, it is you, Drahomir.
Drahomir.--Yes, prince. Who tormented you?
Prince.--The Countess Miliszewski. My dear boy, how can he be a member
of parliament when he is so densely stupid!
Drahomir.--It is true.
Prince.--Don't you see! And then she proposed to marry him to Stella.
The idea! She is already betrothed. But of course they did not know.
Drahomir.--How did you get rid of her?
Prince.--The doctor helped me out. Jozwowicz is a smart man--he has
more intelligence than all of us together.
Drahomir.--It is true.
Prince.--But you, Drahomir, you are smart also, are you not?
Drahomir.--How can I either affirm or deny? But Jozwowicz is very
intelligent, that much is certain.
Prince.--Yes. I do not like him, and I am afraid of him and I am fond
of him, but I tell you I could not live without him.
Drahomir.--He is an honest man, too.
Prince.--Honest? Very well, then, but you are better because you are
not a democrat. Drahomir, I love you. Stella, I love him--Ah! She is
not here.
Drahomir.--Thank you, prince.
Prince.--If I had another daughter, I would--well--
Drahomir.--Prince, pray do not speak that way. (Aside) I must run
away.
Prince.--Come, have a cigar with me. We will call the others and have
a talk. Jozwowicz! Pretwic!
Doctor (entering).--What are your orders, Your Highness?
Prince.--You, Robespièrre, come and have a cigar. Thank you, my boy.
You have rid me of the countess.
Doctor.--I will send for Pretwic, and we will join you. (He rings the
bell. A servant comes in--the prince and Drahomir go out.) Ask Mr.
Pretwic to come here. (The servant goes out.)
Doctor (alone).--Anton was right. I am helping along the logic. But
I do not like the sap--because I am accustomed to break. (Pretwic
enters.)