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Rh Ctibor.—And yet, gracious lady, you escaped as soon as possible from that place in which you ruled like a queen.

Polyxena.—I was fortunate in being able to know Třebon for reports of its fame and beauty had reached me from time to time.

Ctibor—And Třebon is fortunate to have you on its native soil. (Folding his hands upon his breast.) The heart beats faster ney and the glance from your eye irradiates all upon whom it falls.

Hannewaldt (Turning and walking with to the front of the salon).—It is a simple matter for me to find admission for a man at the court, especially one who is engaged in your science which so deeply interests His Majesty.

The same. ''and pages enter. Later the attendant''.

( is greeting , while is greeting .)

Rozmberk (to ).—Aj, Master Secretary, forgive your host who arrived just an instant later than yourself. (To .) And you lovely lady, do not think ill of your host if he has been obliged, contrary to his will, to commit a breach of courtesy.

Hannewaldt.—And we are even more to blame if the gracious hospitality which Your Grace now shows us should be withholding you from your many interests and duties.

Rozmberk.—Not our duties, but a slight accident detained us.

Zuzanka (to ).—We were just ready to leave when our guest was announced. ( and turnsturn [sic] toward the ladies.  steadily turns his glance toward  and  step up from the rear.)

Polyxena.—And certainly a hearty greeting.

Zuzanka.—Mr. Kinský from Vchynic.

Hannewaldt (Surprised).—Václav?

Rozmberk.—It is he.

Attendant Oldřich (Announcing him at the door).—His Grace, the highest game warden.