He will
console himself if his mother orders it.
Stella.--Sometimes one may be mistaken about people.
Drahomir.--Do you speak about me or Miliszewski?
Stella.--Let us say it is about you. They told me that you were a
mirror of all perfections.
Drahomir.--And have you discovered that I am the personification of
all faults?
Stella.--I did not say so.
Drahomir.--But you think so. But I am not deceived. Your portrait
drawn by Mr. Pretwic and the Doctor is exactly like you.
Stella.--How was the portrait?
Drahomir.--With wings at the shoulders.
Stella.--That means that I have as much dignity as a butterfly.
Drahomir.--Angels' wings are in harmony with their dignity.
Stella.--True friendship should speak the truth. Tell me some bitter
one.
Drahomir.--Very bitter?
Stella.--As wormwood--or as is sometimes the case--with life.
Drahomir.--Then you are kind to me.
Stella.--For what sin shall I begin penitence?
Drahomir.--For lack of friendship for me.
Stella.--I was the first to appeal for friendship--in what respect am
I untrue to it?
Drahomir.--Because you share with me your joys, sports, laughter, but
when a moment of sorrow comes, you keep those thorns for yourself.
Pray share with me your troubles also.
Stella.--It is not egotism on my part. I do not wish to disturb your
serenity.
Drahomir.--The source of my serenity does not lie in egotism either.
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