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.—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.—Angels' wings are in harmony with their dignity.
Stella.—True friendship should speak the truth. Tell me some bitter one.