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. (After a while of silence) Strange, however, that you self-made people have no hearts.
Doctor.—Why?
Drahomir.—Because—I know what you would say about her social position, but hearts are equal, so it does not matter. Then how did it happen that you, being so near the princess, did not—
Doctor (interrupting).—What?
Drahomir.—I cannot find an expression.
Doctor.—But I have found it. You are asking me why I did not fall in love with her?
Drahomir.—I hesitated to pronounce the too bold word.
Doctor.—Truly, if you, count, are lacking in boldness, I am going to help you out, and I ask you: And you, sir?