Doctor.—He will be here at five o'clock.
Stella.—Very well.
Doctor.—And now, pray, return to your room. Your dress is too thin and you might catch cold.
SCENE IV.
Jozwowicz. Anton.
Anton.—Ah, that is the princess.
Doctor.—Yes, it is she.
Anton.—Very pretty, but looks as though she was made of mist. As for me, I prefer women like my wife. From such as your princess you cannot expect sturdy democrats.
Doctor.—Enough of that.
Anton.—Then I will weigh anchor and sail. I will distribute the pamphlet with your address, and then I will write another article against Husarski. If they put me in prison they shall at least have a reason for it. Good-bye.