Drahomir.—When shall I bid her good-bye?
Doctor.—In a moment. I told her. I will manage to be with Pretwic during that time. She will be here presently.
Drahomir.—I would prefer to die.
Doctor.—No one is certain of to-morrow. Be off now. (Drahomir goes out.)
SCENE VI.
Jozwowicz. Then a servant.
Doctor.—How warm it is here! My head is splitting. (He rings—a servant enters.) Ask Mr. Pretwic to come here. (The servant goes out.) My head is bursting—but then I will have a long peace.
SCENE VII.
Jozwowicz. George Pretwic.
George (entering).—What do you wish with me?