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And have you discovered that I am the personification of all faults? Stella. I did not say so. Drahomir. But you think so. But I am not deceived. Your portrait drawn by Mr. Pretwic and the Doctor is exactly like you. Stella. How was the portrait? Drahomir. With wings at the shoulders. Stella. That means that I have as much dignity as a butterfly. Drahomir.
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.
We rushed Pretwic advanced two steps, knelt and tried to speak. The blood flowed from his mouth. Then he took up the pistol and fired to one side. We were around him and he said to Drahomir: "You have done me a favor and I thank you. This life belonged to you, because you saved it. Forgive me," he said, "brother!" Then he said: "Give me your hand" and expired. Poor Princess Stella.
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. Doctor. Why? Drahomir.
The prince complained already some time ago. Czeska. For twenty years. Prince. Sorrow and public service have ruined my health. Czeska. But Your Highness is healthy. I tell you that I am sick. Stella, I am sick am I not? Stella. But now you will feel better. Prince. Because he alone keeps me alive. Stella would have died also with heart trouble if it had not been for him. Drahomir.
And what about Miliszewski? Doctor. I have sent him to his mamma. He is a good boy. Stella. I shall scold Mr. Pretwic, nevertheless. Drahomir. But you must not be too severe. Stella. You are laughing, gentlemen. I am sorry that it was necessary to explain the matter to Mr. Pretwic. Drahomir. Doctor. Drahomir. The princess is a true angel. Doctor.
We went there. Czeska. We have heard of it. It seems that several houses were burned. George. The fire began in the morning, and it was extinguished only now. Some twenty families are without a roof and bread. We are also late because Karol had an accident. It is true. Your arm is in a sling! Drahomir. Oh, it is a mere trifle.
If I have been mistaken, if I have chosen the wrong path, pray forgive me. Your life will be as beautiful as a bouquet of flowers, therefore be mirthful be mirthful. I shall be; being near you, I am capricious, spoiled, and a little bit ill. Sometimes I do not know myself what is the matter with me, and what I wish. I am happy; truly I am happy. Drahomir. Then, no matter, as Mrs. Czeska says.
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. Prince. Come, have a cigar with me. We will call the others and have a talk. Jozwowicz! Pretwic!
He has not been here for a long time, but how sympathetic, how gay he is. Well, my old eyes would be gladdened by seeing you both together. I should at once think what a splendid couple. Perhaps there will be something in it. Stella. There will be nothing in it, because Count Drahomir, although very sympathetic, is not my fiancé. I am betrothed to Mr. Pretwic. Czeska. Mr. George Pretwic? Stella.
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