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FRÁŇA ŠRÁMEK
gentleman walking up and down in front of the window, and staring up here.
JENIK: Come away from the window now and stop looking out.
MRS. LEDYNSKA (taking some clothes from the wardrobe): I needn't put on much finery, eh, Jenik?
JENIK: Why, what for . . . in the gallery—
LIDKA: Jenik!
JENIK: Well, what is it?
LIDKA: That gentleman has such strange eyes—
JENIK: Come away from that window, I tell you!
LIDKA (softly): Gracious, that's funny, Jenik, he's waiting for somebody, come and have a look.
JENIK: Mother, Lidka has regularly got the fidgets. (Gets up and goes to the window): Well, now, who is it you're looking at, Lidka, you crazy girl? Why, hang it all, that's Loshan. He must be looking for me. (Calls out into the street): Hallo, old fellow! Are you looking for me? Don't cool your heels down there,—just pop up here a moment. (Coming from the window): And I'll receive him here. (Softly to Mrs. Ledynska): You know, he likes to do a bit of borrowing, so he's afraid to come straight up.
LIDKA (in some alarm): What's that you're saying, Jenik?
