Doctor.—But he saved your life.
George.—In order to take it when it began to have a certain value. His service is paid with torture, with a slain happiness, with a broken hope, with destroyed faith in myself, in him and in her.
Doctor.—Be easy.
George.—I loved that man. Tell me that I am a madman and I shall be calmed. How dreadful to think that it is he! Forgive me everything I said to you before and help me. Evil thoughts are rushing through my head.
Doctor.—Be calm—you are mistaken.
George.—Prove to me that I am mistaken and I will kneel before you.
Doctor.—You are mistaken, because Drahomir is going away.
George.—He is going away. (A moment of silence.) Oh, Lord! Then I can live without such tortures, I may hope!
Doctor (coolly and slowly).—But he is not going away forever. He said he would return.
George.—You put me on the cross again.