Anton.—What! and you, knowing this, you still expose her, and sacrifice her for yourself?
Doctor (passionately).—I love her and I must have her, even if the walls of this house should crumble around our heads.
Anton.—Man, you are talking nonsense.
Doctor.—Man, you are talking like a nincompoop, and not like a man. You have plenty of words in your mouth, but you lack strength—you cannot face facts. Who would dare say: You have no right to defend yourself?
Anton (after a while).—Good-bye.
Doctor.—Where are you going?
Anton.—I return to the city.
Doctor.—Are you with me or against me?
Anton.—I am an honest man.
A servant (enters).—A messenger brought this letter from Miliszewski.