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when you go, Lidka and stay down at Hořický's, we'll come and fetch you afterwards (Exit.)

LIDKA (returns after a moment; runs in violently, stands still in the middle of the room, clasps her face in her hands): He said that he's coming heavens he's coming! (She runs to the window. Her eyes stare into the street, she clutches the window-sill convulsively; for a moment she remains in this position; suddenly she is shaken by a spasm. She runs out quickly, and can be heard opening the door outside. She returns, her lips distorted by a hysterical smile, her eyes melting with fire; she goes to the window, plucks a few sprigs of myrtle, and sinks down overwhelmed