--That marriage will be broken off.
Anton.--Why.
Doctor.--Because there are times when these people do not succeed in
anything.
Anton.--To the garret with those peacocks. And what about that
cannibal Pretwic?
Doctor.--A long story. The princess has mistaken the sympathy which
she feels for him for something more serious. To-day she knows that
she does not love him.
Anton.--That is good. Truly, it looks as though they were pursued by
fate. It is the lot of races that have lived too long.
Doctor.--Implacable logic of things.
Anton.--Then she is not going to marry him. I pity them, but to the
deuce with sentimentality!
Doctor.--She would marry him if it killed her to keep her word. But
there is a third person entangled in the matter--Count Drahomir.
Anton.--At every step one meets a count! He betrays Pretwic?
Doctor.--What a blockhead you are.
Anton.--Well, frankly speaking, I do not care one whit for your
drawing-room affairs.
Doctor.--Drahomir and she do not know that they love each other. But
something attracts them to each other. What is that force? They do not
ask. They are like children.
Anton.--And how will you profit from all this?
Doctor.--Listen, you democrat. When two knights are in love with one
noble damsel, that love usually ends dramatically--and the third party
usually gets the noble damsel.
Anton.--And the knights?
Doctor.
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