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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? And you how do you take my words?
Countess. Stella, my dearest, Drahomir has killed Pretwic. Stella. Killed! O God! Doctor. Princess, it is not true. Stella. Killed! Doctor. She has fainted. Let us carry her to her chamber. Prince. My child! Czeska. Stelunia! It is dreadful. Who could have expected that mamma would return! Countess. The doctor is trying to bring her to her senses. Until now he has not succeeded.
I found her weeping. The same Drawing Room. Jozwowicz. Drahomir. Drahomir. Doctor, I came to bid you farewell. 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.
Yes. Are you surprised? Czeska. No, my dear child. May God bless you. Why should I be surprised? But I am so fond of Count Drahomir, so I thought it was he. Mr. George Pretwic! Oh, I am not surprised at all that he should love you. But it came a little too soon. How long have you known each other? Living at my Berwinek I do not know anything that goes on in the neighborhood. Stella.
Mr. Jozwowicz! Doctor. On your honor yes or no? Drahomir. Only God has the right to ask me such a question. I do not dare to ask myself. Doctor. And your conscience? Drahomir. And no one else. Doctor. Then let us turn the question. She loves you. Drahomir. Be silent, sir. Oh, God! Doctor. Your pride is broken. You knew of it? Drahomir. I did not wish to know it. Doctor.
I understand how a similar situation would be painful to a man who was in love, but such is not the case with the count. He will console himself if his mother orders it. Stella. Sometimes one may be mistaken about people. Drahomir. Do you speak about me or Miliszewski? Stella. Let us say it is about you. They told me that you were a mirror of all perfections. Drahomir.
Let us be merry, laugh, and run in the garden and play pranks with the countess and her son. Stella. I have discovered the source of your mirth; it is a good heart. Drahomir. No, madam. I am a great good-for-nothing. But the source of true happiness is not in this. Stella. Sometimes I think that there is none in this world. Drahomir.
George Pretwic, Stella's fiancé. Karol Count Drahomir, Pretwic's friend. Countess Miliszewska. Jan Count Miliszewski. Anton Zuk, secretary of the county. Dr. Jozwowicz. Mrs. Czeska. Mr. Podczaski. Servants. The stage represents a drawing-room with the principal door leading to the garden. There are also side doors to the other rooms. Princess Stella. Mrs. Czeska. Czeska.
And your little heart is throbbing Stella. Do not tease me again. Mrs. Czeska. Stella. George Pretwic. Count Drahomir. The count has his left arm in a sling. A servant. The princess is in the drawing-room. Stella. How late you are to-day! George. It is true. The sun is already setting. But we could not come earlier. Do you not know that there has been a fire in the neighboring village?
Drahomir has betrayed you and has broken the friendship between you by winning her heart. But I do not think that he is going away in order to avoid your vengeance. George. And to give her time to break her engagement! Yes, yes! I am cursed. I suspect him now of everything. He avoids me. Doctor. Mr. Pretwic. George. Enough. I am going to ask him when he will be back.
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