Scheffel (Approaching Klementina).—I am going to be very uncivil, gracious lady.
Klementina.—Ah!
Scheffel.—May I remind you, gracious lady.
Klementina.—Oh, you wished to have a few words? I will be very much pleased. Attend me to my room, Mr. Scheffel. (Enter Dr. Svoboda. Speaks to Kytka.) Mr. Kytka, you will excuse me for a moment. (Makes a sign to Kytka who answers with a clumsy bow. Klementina and Scheffel walk off to the left.)
Scene IV
Dr. Svoboda, Kytka
Kytka.—And now I am with you, Respected Doctor, alone. Now, . . . now, . . . I will attempt it . . . doctor!
Dr. Svoboda.—You appear to be somewhat disturbed, dear friend!
Kytka.—I am (Looking around, trying to compose himself.) I cannot speak! But perhaps you have already noticed, dear doctor, that there is nothing on earth which would delight me more, (Choking) . . . the privilege of asking for your daughter’s hand . . .
Dr. Svoboda (Laughing).—Mine?
Kytka.—That is just the case . . . the hand of your daughter, Anezka.
Dr. Svoboda.—And does my daughter know of this?
Kytka.—She does not! She does not! I have not had the courage! I am here now for the fifth time to pay my respects, and I knew her even before that . . . but I can only look . . . I am not able to talk!
Dr. Svoboda.—But just try to, once.
Kytka.—This time, I am going to. Doctor, you know my father left me a sugar-factory with an estate which I sold for six hundred thousand florins!
Dr. Svoboda (Frowning, says to himself).—So that is the most important news, you poor mortal!
Kytka.—I will give your daughter all that I have if she will only accept me. I want nothing for myself, (With emphasis) but her!
