George.--But you omitted to say that the roof fell in and that a spar
struck your hand.
Drahomir.--True--and I destroyed the dam of my modesty, and will add
that one of the selectmen of the village made a speech in my honor. It
seems to me that he made some mention of a monument which they would
erect for me. But pray believe that the fire was quenched by George
and his people. I think they ought to erect two monuments.
Czeska.--I know that you are worthy of each other.
Stella.--Thank God that you have not met with some more serious
accident.
Drahomir.--I have met with something very pleasant--your sympathy.
Czeska--You have mine also--as for Mr. Pretwic, I have a bone to pick
with him.
George--Why, dear madam?
Czeska.--Because you are a bad boy. (To Stella and Drahomir.) You had
better go to the Prince, and let us talk for a while.
Stella.--Mother, I see you wish to flirt with Mr. Pretwic.
Czeska.--Be quiet, you giddy thing. May I not compete with you? But
you must remember, you Mayflower, that before every autumn there is a
spring. Well, be off!
Stella (to Drahomir).--Let us go; Papa is in the garden and I am
afraid that he is feeling worse. What a pity it is that the doctor is
not here.
SCENE III.
Mrs. Czeska, George, then Stella.
Czeska.--I should scold you, as I have my dear girl, for keeping the
secret. But she has already told me everything, so I only say, may God
bless you both.
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