SCENE XII.
Pretwic. Jozwowicz.
George.—I was looking for you.
Doctor.—The prince has invited us to smoke a cigar with him.
George.—Wait a moment. For God's sake tell me what it means. Stella changes while looking at her—there is something heavy in the air. What does it mean?
Doctor.—That melancholy is the mode now.
George.—You are joking with me.
Doctor.—I know nothing.
George.—Excuse me. The blood rushes to my head. I see some catastrophe hanging over me. I thought you would say something to pacify me. I thought you were my friend.
Doctor.—Do you doubt it?