Stella.—Doctor, spare me—otherwise I shall doubt everything. Have pity on me.
Doctor (brutally)—Whom do you love?
SCENE VII.
The same. Drahomir
Drahomir.—Princess.
Stella.—Ah!
Drahomir.—What! Have I frightened you? I came to tell you that the boats are waiting. What is the matter with you?
Stella.—Nothing. Let us be going.
(Drahomir offers his arm—they go out.)