“But what ” cried Prokop, and tried to raise himself up, but one of the gentlemen placed on his forehead a hand which was so soft and kind, so reassuring and pleasant to the touch, that he at once calmed down and sighed with relief. A moment later he was asleep.
He awoke in a-curious state of semi-consciousness. There was no light but that of the lamp on the table, and beside the bed the Princess was sitting, dressed in dark clothes, looking at him with gleaming, bewitching eyes. He quickly closed his own so as not to see her, so much was he embarrassed.
“Darling, how are you?”
“What’s the time?” he asked confusedly.
“Two.”
“In the day?”
“In the night.”
“Really,” he said in surprise, and began to weave again the dark thread of sleep. At moments he just opened his eyes, glanced at the Princess and went off again. Why was she looking at him so hard? Some one moistened his lips with a spoonful of wine; he swallowed it and mumbled something or other. Finally he fell into a deep, heavy sleep.
He awoke to find that one of the gentlemen in black was carefully listening to his heart. Five others stood round.
“Incredible,” said the dark gentleman. “He has a heart of iron.”
“Shall I die?” asked Prokop suddenly. The dark gentleman almost jumped with surprise.
