Doctor.--Then try to distract her.
George.--What? Who?
Doctor.--Who? Count Drahomir, for instance.
George.--Is she fond of him?
Doctor.--And he of her also. Such poetical souls are always fond of
each other.
George.--What do you mean by that?
Doctor (sharply).--And you--how do you take my words?
George (rises.)--Not another word. You understand me, and you must
know that I do not always forgive.
Doctor (rises also, approaches George and looks into his eyes).--I
believe you wish to frighten me. Besides this, what more do you wish?
George (after a moment of struggle with himself).--You must ask me
what I did wish, because I do not now wish for anything. You have
known her longer than I have, therefore I came to you as her friend
and mine, and for answer you banter with me. In your eyes there shone
hatred for me, although I have never wronged, you. Be the judge
yourself! I would be more than right in asking you: What do you
wish of me, if it were not for the reason (with pride) that it is
immaterial to me. (He goes out.)
Doctor.--We shall see.
SCENE XIII.
Jozwowicz. Servant.
Servant.--A messenger brought this letter from Mr. Anton Zuk.
Doctor.--Give it to me. (The servant goes out. Doctor looks at the
door through which George went out.) Oh, I can no longer control my
hatred. I will crush you into dust; and now I shall not hesitate any
longer.
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