Doctor.—­You say:  “I do not talk about it any more”; so you have already talked about it.

Czeska.—­Yes.  She told me that she was afraid she did not love him enough.  But every pure soul fears that it does not fulfil its duty.  Why did you ask me that?

Doctor (saluting her).—­I have my reasons.  I wished to know. (Aside) I am wasting my time with her.

SCENE V.

The same.  Jan Miliszewski.

Jan.—­I could not find mamma.  Good-morning, madam.  Do I intrude?

Czeska.—­Not at all, sir. (To Jozwowicz) She will do her duty; rest assured of that.

Doctor.—­Thank you. (Czeska goes out.)

Jan.—­Doctor.

Doctor.—­I am listening to you, sir.

Jan.—­Let us speak frankly.  Mamma wishes me to become a member of parliament, but I do not care for it.

Doctor.—­You are too modest, sir.

Jan.—­You are sneering, and I do not know how to defend myself.  But I am frank with you—­I would not care a bit about being elected to parliament if it were not for my mamma.  When mamma wishes for something it must be accomplished.  All women of the family of Srokoszynski are that way, and mamma is of that family.

Doctor.—­But, count, you have a will of your own.

Jan.—­That is the trouble—­the Miliszewskis are all ruled by the women.  It is our family characteristic, sir.

Doctor.—­A knightly characteristic indeed!  But what can I do for you?

Jan.—­I am not going to oppose you.

Doctor.—­I must be as frank with you as you are with me.  Until now you have helped me.

Jan.—­I don’t know how, but if it is so, then you must help me in your turn.

Doctor.—­In what?

Jan.—­It is a very delicate question.  But you must not tell mamma anything about it.

Doctor.—­Certainly not.

Jan.—­Mamma wishes me to marry the princess, but I, sir, I do not want—­

Doctor.—­You do not want?

Jan.—­It astonishes you?

Doctor.—­I must be frank—­

Jan.—­I do not wish to because I do not wish to.  When a man does not feel like marrying, then he does not feel like it.  You will suppose that I am in love with some one else?  It may be.  But it is not with the princess.  Naturally, when mamma says:  “Jan, go ahead,” I go ahead, because I cannot help it.  The Miliszewskis knew how to manage the men, but not the women.

Doctor.—­I do not understand—­how can I be useful to you?

Jan.—­You can do anything in this house, so you must help me secretly, to be refused.

Doctor.—­Count, you may rely on me in that matter.

Jan.—­Thank you.

Doctor.—­And it will be so much the easier done because the princess is betrothed.

Jan.—­I did not know that any one dared to compete with me.

Doctor (aside).—­What an idea! (Aloud) It is Mr. George Pretwic.