Anton.—You would not believe me if I were to tell you that I am almost happy. Sometimes it seems to me that our country is a moldy room and that I open the window and let in the fresh air. We will work very hard. I believe in you, because you are an iron man.
Doctor.—I shall either perish or gain two victories.
Anton.—Two?
Doctor.—Yes; the other one even to-day, here. The events have surprised me in some way. The facts turned against me, and I was obliged to build my plans of action only a short while ago.
Anton.—Eh! If we win only there. Do you know what—I would prefer that you abandon the idea of the other victory.
Doctor.—Anton, you are mistaken.
Anton.—Because you worry a great deal. You have grown awfully thin.
Look in the mirror.
Doctor.—No matter; after I have sprung the mine I shall be calmer and the mine is ready.
Anton.—But it will cost you too much.
Doctor.—Yes, but I shall not retract.