Drahomir.—Doctor, be careful.
Doctor.—I hear some lyrical tone.
Drahomir.—Let us finish this conversation.
Doctor.—As you say, although I can speak quietly, and in order to change the conversation, I prefer to ask you: Do you think she will be happy with Mr. Pretwic?
Drahomir.—What a question! George loves her dearly.
Doctor.—I do not doubt it, but their natures are so different. Her thoughts and sentiments are as delicate as cobweb—and George? Have you noticed how hurt she was that he accepted the challenge?
Drahomir.—Why did you tell her about it?
Doctor.—I was wrong. Therefore George—
Drahomir.—Will be happy with her.
Doctor.—Any one would be happy with her, and to every one one might give the advice to search for some one like her. Yes, count, search for some one like her (he goes out).