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Dušek (Standing with palette before a large canvas and talking to some one behind a Spanish screen).—Well, we’re through for the day, Réza. Come tomorrow at ten if you have time. Will you?

Réza (Behind the screen and not visible. Some of her garments are thrown over top of screen and she withdraws one garment after another as she clothes herself. She is unseen while speaking).—To be sure I will. Mr. Šimr doesn’t need me any more and I don’t go anywhere else.

Dušek.—Is Šimr done?

Réza.—He will be soon.

Dušek.—You’ll be lonely now, won’t you?