Doctor.—At your service, Your Highness?
Prince.—Mrs. Czeska. Have you heard—the world is upside down,
Jozwowicz!
Doctor.—What is it, Your Highness?
Prince.—And perhaps you will also become a minister.
Doctor.—It may be.
Prince.—Did you hear? And do you think that I will call you "Your
Excellency"?
Doctor.—It would be proper.
Prince.—Jozwowicz, do you wish to give me a stroke of apoplexy?
Doctor.—Be calm, Your Highness. My Excellency will always take care of your Grace's bile.
Prince.—It is true. The irritation hurts me. What, Jozwowicz—does it hurt me?