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Tonicka.—Vojtech, what is going to come of this?

Kralenec.—Heaven knows! They will soon learn what a storm they have started!

Tonicka (Looking toward the bed).—Pepicek is asleep! How would it do for me to go to the school now for Bozenka? If there should be a riot outside, the children will be badly frightened!

Kralenec.—It may be serious here. The estate is just across the street! (Someone raps, with a scraping of feet.) Who comes? (He wants to open, when in walks .)

Brouzda (Somewhat tipsily).—The Lord bless you, Comrade!

Kralenec.—What do you want? You were taken in at the mine in my place!

Brouzda.—I was, and also given this cozy nest of yours

Kralenec (Advancing quickly toward him).—You

Tonicka (Holding him back).—Vojtech, remember

Kralenec.—Listen, you drunkard! Surely you do not expect to settle yourself in here?

Brouzda.—But, friend, nothing ill is intended! Why such howling about it?

Kalenec [sic].—Then what do you want here?

Brouzda.—Well, I just came to tell you that I am going to move in.

Kralenec.—You?

Brouzda.—Yes. They gave me this notice at the chancery, and told me to move right in,—and if you show any violence, they will have you put out!

Tonicka.—Put out! Do you hear, Vojtech? Put out!

Brouzda.—But, old friend, you know that I am a good fellow! As for furniture, I have none. The wife and children have a number of bundles with some rags, and three pillows, and that is all. So do you know what? Let us all stay right here, and as long as you do not find a new home, (raising his voice,) we can all