SCENE VIII.
The same. Jozwowicz.
Doctor (entering, laughs).—Ha! ha! Do you know what has happened?
Stella.—Is it something amusing?
Doctor.—A dreadful, tragic, but before a ridiculous thing.
Miliszewski wished to challenge Pretwic.
Stella.—For Heaven's sake!
Doctor.—You must laugh with me. If there were anything dreadful I would not frighten you, princess.
Drahomir.—And what has been the end of it?
Doctor.—I was angry with Mr. Pretwic for taking the matter so seriously.
Drahomir.—How could he help it?
Doctor.—But it would be shameful for a man like Mr. Pretwic to fight with such a poor thing.
Stella.—The doctor is right. I do not understand Mr. Pretwic.
Doctor.—Our princess must not be irritated. I have made peace between them. Mr. Pretwic did not grasp the real situation and his naturally sanguine disposition carried him away. But now that I have explained to him, he agrees that it would be too utterly ridiculous.
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. I must scold him immediately (she goes out).