--What are your orders, Your Highness?
Prince.--You, Robespierre, come and have a cigar. Thank you, my boy.
You have rid me of the countess.
Doctor.--I will send for Pretwic, and we will join you. (He rings the
bell. A servant comes in--the prince and Drahomir go out.) Ask Mr.
Pretwic to come here. (The servant goes out.)
Doctor (alone).--Anton was right. I am helping along the logic. But
I do not like the sap--because I am accustomed to break. (Pretwic
enters.)
SCENE XII.
Pretwic. Jozwowicz.
George.--I was looking for you.
Doctor.--The prince has invited us to smoke a cigar with him.
George.--Wait a moment. For God's sake tell me what it means. Stella
changes while looking at her--there is something heavy in the air.
What does it mean?
Doctor.--That melancholy is the mode now.
George.--You are joking with me.
Doctor.--I know nothing.
George.--Excuse me. The blood rushes to my head. I see some
catastrophe hanging over me. I thought you would say something to
pacify me. I thought you were my friend.
Doctor.--Do you doubt it?
George.--Shake hands first. Then give me some advice.
Doctor.--Advice? Are you ill?
George (with an effort).--Truly, you play with me as a cat with a
mouse.
Doctor.--Because I know nothing of presentiments.
George.--Did you not tell me that she is not ill?
Doctor.--No, she is wearied.
George.--You speak about it in a strange way and you have no
conception of the pain that your words cause me.
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