Forgive me," he said, "brother!" Then he said: "Give me
your hand" and expired. (He wipes his forehead with a handkerchief.)
Drahomir threw himself on his breast--it was dreadful. Poor Princess
Stella. What will become of her now?
Doctor.--For God's sake, not a word in her presence. She is ill.
Jan.--I will be silent.
Doctor.--You must control your emotion.
Jan.--I cannot. My knees are trembling.
SCENE VII.
The same. The prince leaning on Stella's shoulder, and Mrs. Czeska.
Prince.--I thought Pretwic was with you. Jozwowicz, where is Pretwic?
Doctor.--I do not know.
Stella.--Did he tell you where he was going?
Doctor.--I know nothing about it.
Czeska (to Jan).--Count, what is the matter with you? You are so pale.
Jan.--Nothing. It is on account of the heat.
Prince.--Jozwowicz, Pretwic told me--
SCENE VIII.
(The door opens suddenly. Countess Miliszewska rushes in).
Countess.--Jan, where is my Jan? O God, what is the matter? How
dreadful!
Doctor (rushing toward her).--Be silent, madam.
Stella.--What has happened?
Countess.--Then you have not killed Pretwic? You have not fought?
Doctor.--Madam, be silent.
Stella.--Who is killed?
Countess.--Stella, my dearest, Drahomir has killed Pretwic.
Stella.--Killed! O God!
Doctor.--Princess, it is not true.
Stella.--Killed! (She staggers and falls.)
Doctor.--She has fainted.
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