Drahomir.—­The prince complained already some time ago.

Czeska.—­For twenty years.

Prince.—­Sorrow and public service have ruined my health.

Czeska.—­But Your Highness is healthy.

Prince (angrily).—­I tell you that I am sick.  Stella, I am sick—­am I not?

Stella.—­But now you will feel better.

Prince.—­Because he alone keeps me alive.  Stella would have died also with heart trouble if it had not been for him.

Drahomir.—­If that is so, he is a very precious man.

Stella.—­We owe him eternal gratitude.

Prince (looking at George).—­He will also be necessary to Pretwic. 
What, Stella, will he not?

Stella (laughing).—­Papa, how can I know that?

Drahomir.—­Truly, I sometimes envy those stalwart men.  During the battle they strengthen in themselves the force which lessens and disappears in us, because nothing nourishes it.  Perhaps we are also made of noble metal, but we are eaten up with rust while they are hardened in the battle of life.  It is a sad necessity.

Czeska.—­How about Mr. Pretwic?

Drahomir.—­George endured much, it is true, and one feels this although it is difficult to describe it.  Look at those two men.  When the wind blows George resists like a century-old tree, and men like the doctor subdue it and order it to propel his boat.  There is in that some greater capacity for life, therefore the result is more easy to be foreseen.  The tree is older, and although still strong, the more it is bitten by the storms, the sooner it will die.

Prince.—­I have said many times that we die like old trees.  Some other thicket grows, but it is composed only of bushes.

Stella.—­The one who is good has the right to live—­we must not doubt about ourselves.

Drahomir.—­I do not doubt, even for the reason that the poet says:  “Saintly is the one who knows how to be a friend” (bows to Stella) “with saints.”

Stella.—­If he has not secured their friendship by flattery.

Drahomir.—­But I must be permitted not to envy the doctor anything.

Stella.—­The friendship is not exclusive, although I look upon the doctor as a brother.

Prince.—­Stella, what are you talking about?  He is your brother as I am a republican.  I cannot suffer him, but I cannot get along without him.

Czeska.—­Prince, you are joking—­

Drahomir (smiling).—­Why should you hate him?

Prince.—­Why?  Have I not told you?  He does with us what he pleases.  He does as he likes in the house, he does not believe anything, and he is ambitious as the deuce.  He is already a professor in the University, and now he wishes to be a member of parliament.  Do you hear?—­he will be a member of parliament!  But I would not be a Starogrodzki if I had permitted it. (Aloud.) Jozwowicz!

Doctor (he is near a window).—­Your Highness, what do you order?