Only the doctor will be rubbing his hands in glee! His yellow paper will have something to chew on for half a year! Scandal! Scandal!”
“One of Jiří’s escapades!” said Fran von Janík. “Well, Prague! That is life at Prague!”
The lady of the house motioned to her daughter: “Clotild, you had better go to the kitchen. This is not for your ears.”
“But, Mamma!”
“Clotild!”
And Clotild went out, slamming the door.
“The whole family is like that,” dryly and solemnly began the lady of the house. “His father . . .” and from the treasury of her recollections she drew immoral, shameless stories about Jiří’s father. The ladies interrupted now and then with: “Schrecklich!” “Scandal!” The burgomistress; “I declare! That’s what I always say!” The lady of the house happened to recall another incident about his grandfather. Again those
