(She stops in the door, looks at the Doctor and
goes in.)
SCENE VIII.
Jozwowicz (alone).--Too late!
END OF ACT I.
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ACT II.
The stage represents the same drawing-room.
SCENE I.
Jozwowicz. Anton.
Doctor.--Anton, come here. We can talk quietly, for they are preparing
my room. What news from the city?
Anton.--Good news. In an hour or so a delegation of the voters will be
here. You must say something to them--you understand? Something about
education--public roads, heavy taxes. You know what to say better than
I do.
Doctor.--I know, I know; and how do they like my platform?
Anton.--You have made a great hit. I congratulate you. It is written
with scientific accuracy. The papers of the Conservative party have
gone mad with wrath.
Doctor.--Very good. What more?
Anton.--Three days ago your election was doubtful in the suburbs. I
learned about it, however--gathered the electors and made a speech.
"Citizens," I said, in the end, "I know only one remedy for all your
misery--it is called Jozwowicz. Long live Progress!" I also attacked
the Conservative party.
Doctor.--Anton, you are a great boy. Then there is a hope of victory?
Anton.--Almost a surety. And then, even if we do not win now, the
future is open to us. And do you know why? Because--leaving out the
details of the election, you and I, while talking of our business
affairs, need not laugh at each other, like Roman augurs.
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