Doctor.—One word—have you said anything to any one of your plans?
Drahomir.—Not yet. I only made up my mind an hour ago.
Doctor.—Then Mr. Pretwic knows nothing about it as yet?
Drahomir.—No; but why do you ask?
Doctor (aside).—I must act now—otherwise everything is lost. (Aloud) Count, I have not much time to speak to you now, because in a moment I expect Anton in regard to a matter on which my whole future depends. Listen to me. I beseech you, for the sake of the peace and health of the princess, not to mention to any one that you are going away. Neither to the Prince nor to Mr. Pretwic.
Drahomir.—I do not understand you.
Doctor.—You will understand me. Now I cannot tell you anything more. In a half hour pray grant me a moment of conversation. Then you will understand me—that I guarantee you. Here is Anton. You see I cannot explain now.
Drahomir.—I will see you again. (He goes out.)
SCENE II.
Anton. Jozwowicz.