Czeska.—What do you mean?
Doctor.—He guides the boat in which I am sailing. As for the rest, he is a horribly honest man.
Czeska.—I do not understand very well. What did you wish to speak to me about?
Doctor.—About the princess. You are both like mother and daughter, and you should have her entire confidence. What is the matter with her? She conceals something—some sorrow. As a doctor I must know everything, because in order to cure physical disease one must know the moral cause. (Aside) The spirit of Aesculapius forgive me this phrase.
Czeska.—My good sir, what are you asking about?
Doctor.—I have told you that the princess conceals some sorrow.
Czeska.—I do not know.
Doctor.—We both love her; let us then speak frankly.
Czeska.—I am willing.
Doctor.—Then, does she love her fiancé?