Drahomir.—Only God has the right to ask me such a question. I do not dare to ask myself.
Doctor.—And your conscience?
Drahomir.—And no one else.
Doctor.—Then let us turn the question. She loves you.
Drahomir.—Be silent, sir. Oh, God!
Doctor.—Your pride is broken. You knew of it?
Drahomir.—I did not wish to know it.
Doctor.—But now you are aware of it.
Drahomir.—That is the reason why I am going away from here forever.
Doctor.—It is too late, sir. You have tangled her life and now you leave her.