Doctor.—Count, you may rely on me in that matter.
Jan.—Thank you.
Doctor.—And it will be so much the easier done because the princess is betrothed.
Jan.—I did not know that any one dared to compete with me.
Doctor (aside).—What an idea! (Aloud) It is Mr. George Pretwic.
Jan.—Then they wished to make sport of me.
Doctor.—Mr. Pretwic is an audacious man. You were perfectly right when you said the question was a delicate one. The people are afraid of Mr. Pretwic; if you were to give up, people would say that—
Jan.—That I am also afraid? Then I will not give up. My dear sir, I see you do not know the Miliszewskis. We do not know how to handle the women, but there is not a coward in our family. I know that people laugh at me, but the one who would dare to call me a coward would not laugh. I will show them at once that I am not a coward. Where is Mr. Pretwic?
Doctor.—He is in the garden (pointing through the window). Do you see him there, near the lake?
Jan.—Good-bye.