Podczaski (speaking in Anton's ear).—I am no longer your adversary.
Anton (looking at him).—So much the better then—but leave us alone just the same.
Podczaski (aside).—Bad. (Aloud) Gentleman, do not forget me. (Aside)
The devil has taken my hundred florins. (He goes out.)
Anton.—What did he wish?
Doctor.—Money.
Anton.—Did you give it to him?
Doctor.—No.
Anton.—You did well. We do not bribe. But no matter about that. What good luck that they put up Miliszewski for a candidate. Otherwise you would be lost because Husarski would have had the majority.
Doctor.—Anton, I am sure that we will be defeated.
Anton.—No! What am I for? Uf! How tired I am. Let me rest for five minutes (he sits down). Good gracious! how soft the furniture is here. We must donate some money for some public purpose. Have you any money?