Leon.—What is dead cannot be resuscitated. Farewell.
Jadwiga (after a while).—Very well. If you think you have humiliated me enough, trampled on me, and are sufficiently avenged, leave me then (to Leon, who wishes to withdraw). No! no! Remain. Have pity on me.
Leon.—May God have pity on us both. (He goes away.)
Jadwiga.—It is done!
A Servant (entering).—Count Skorzewski!
Jadwiga.—Ha! Show him in! Show him in! Ha! ha! ha!
PART FOURTH
THE VERDICT
Apollo and Hermes once met toward evening on the rocks of Pnyx and were looking on Athens.
The evening was charming; the sun was already rolled from the Archipelago toward the Ionian Sea and had begun to slowly sink its radiant head in the water which shone turquoise-like. But the summits of Hymettus and Pentelicus were yet beaming as if melted gold had been poured over them, and the evening twilight was in the sky. In its light the whole Acropolis was drowned. The white walls of Propyleos, Parthenon, and Erechtheum seemed pink and as light as though the marble had lost all its weight, or as if they were apparitions of a dream. The point of the spear of the gigantic Athena Promathos shone in the twilight like a lighted torch over Attica.