Doctor.—But it would be a dreadful thing if we do not win this time.
Anton.—I am sure we will win. You are a fearful candidate for our adversaries. You have only one antagonist who is at all dangerous—Husarski, a rich and popular nobleman.
Doctor.—Once I am in parliament, I will try to accomplish something.
Anton.—I believe in you, and for that reason I am working for you. Ha! ha! "They have already taken from us everything," said Count Hornicki at the club yesterday, "importance, money—even good manners." Well, at least I have not taken their good manners from them. To the devil with them!
Doctor.—No, you have truly not taken their good manners from them.
Anton.—But it is said in the city that your prince has given a thousand florins to those whose houses were burned. This may be bad for us. You must do something also.
Doctor.—I did what I could.
Anton.—I must also tell you that yesterday—What is the matter with you? I am talking to you and you are thinking about something else.
Doctor.—Excuse me. I am in great trouble. I cannot think as calmly as usual.
Anton.—The idea!