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JUNE
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a man discovers America, by chance,—the fragrance of unknown shores shows him the way . . . until his head is dizzy with this fragrance. How peculiar it was: I was walking about, and just at that moment you ran to the window; never have I seen such eyes as you had at that instant; you were leaning out of the window, and your eyes were drinking everything in, in, in. . .

(As Mrs. Ledynska enters): I was just saying, madam, that I envy Jenik such an idyllic home.
MRS. LEDYNSKA: My gracious . . . but he doesn't appreciate it one bit. (Sitting down on the chair.)
LOSHAN (dejectedly): I've been alone for a long, longtime. (His glance turns aside and is fixed ravenously upon Lidka.)
JENIK (returning from his room with a book; laughing): Has Loshan been saying something frightfully rude to you? You know, he's—shall I tell them, Loshan? . . . You know, he's a most awfully rude fellow, and doesn't care a rap for anything. . .
LOSHAN (watching Jenik anxiously for a moment): You're only pulling my leg, Ledynský. . . .
JENIK: Ha, ha, ha!—Well, it won't do your leg any harm, at any rate . . . but . . . (with a twinkle in his eyes) . . . what do you want "Pan" for?