Czeska.—How can you ask me such a question? If she did not, she would not be betrothed to him. It is such a simple thing that even I do not talk to her about it any more.
Doctor.—You say: "I do not talk about it any more"; so you have already talked about it.
Czeska.—Yes. She told me that she was afraid she did not love him enough. But every pure soul fears that it does not fulfil its duty. Why did you ask me that?
Doctor (saluting her).—I have my reasons. I wished to know. (Aside) I am wasting my time with her.
SCENE V.
The same. Jan Miliszewski.
Jan.—I could not find mamma. Good-morning, madam. Do I intrude?
Czeska.—Not at all, sir. (To Jozwowicz) She will do her duty; rest assured of that.
Doctor.—Thank you. (Czeska goes out.)
Jan.—Doctor.