Stella.—Did he tell you where he was going?
Doctor.—I know nothing about it.
Czeska (to Jan).—Count, what is the matter with you? You are so pale.
Jan.—Nothing. It is on account of the heat.
Prince.—Jozwowicz, Pretwic told me—
SCENE VIII.
(The door opens suddenly. Countess Miliszewska rushes in).
Countess.—Jan, where is my Jan? O God, what is the matter? How dreadful!
Doctor (rushing toward her).—Be silent, madam.
Stella.—What has happened?