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).
SCENE IX.
Drahomir. Doctor.
Drahomir.—The princess is a true angel.
Doctor.—Yes, there is not a spot in the crystalline purity of her nature.