his virtue waxes remarkably. (In her ordinary tone.) We mustn’t frighten him till he§s run the whole gauntlet.
Vlasák (Bitterly).—Helen, we have nothing to rebuke each other with.
Helen (Recovering).—At our very souls’ foundation, not a thing.
Vlasák (After a pause, in low ardent tones).—Helen, love, do you remember what you promised me the last time? (Whispering.) Tomorrow is Thursday.
Helen (Shaking her head).—No more!
Vlasák (Reproachfully).—Helen! On account of Dušek?
Helen (Laughs. Then with greater earnestness).—On account of some one else!
(Music behind the scenes.)
Vlasák.—Don’t torture me, Helen! Am I to blame that you pity—Dušek?
Helen (Ruffling his hair).—Don’t you know what we just said to each other? That we are both alike
Vlasák (Embraces her).—Will you come tomorrow?
Helen (Gently nods her head).—At six. (Walks quickly into the other room.)
Curtain.
ACT III
Dr. Vlasák’s apartments, which have very simple but tasteful appointments. In the rear are two doors, one leading to the vestibule and the other, at the right of the first, leading to the bedroom. At the left is a window near which is a writing desk. At the right against the wall is a divan and near it a small table. In the left corner a stove, near the rear between the doors is a case of books. There is very little other furniture, in the room. The room is dusky and later becomes completely dark.
A maid kneels near the stove kindling the fire. She coughs at intervals. Near her on the floor stands a lighted candle. In the front hall the clicking of the lock is heard.
Vlasák (Enters, wearing an overcoat covered with snow. His collar is turned up. On his head, a tall silk hat.) Are you just making a fire, Mrs. Šebesta? (Turns around.) Come in, Fořt, I’ll light the lamp in a minute. (Fořt enters, covered with snow.)
