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6 Ctibor.—Heaven knows, her eyes have started a storm within me—(intimately), and I told her so yesterday while we were walking through the garden.

Bilent.—You fiery youth, I ought to warn the lady to keep out of your way.

Ctibor.—She need have no fear of me. I only hope for her sake and mine, that it will not become necessary for me to warn her to beware of others.

( on the balcony is entertaining ).

Bilent.—Aj, aj, possibly before that one, (pointing to the balcony) who seems to be finding her so attractive? And even now you cannot accustom yourself to the life about you here, but must make a sour face while the rest of the world is laughing with delight?

Ctibor.—I cannot and do not wish to accustom myself to that which goes beyond pure pleasure,—I cannot accustom myself to that life which knows nothing else but to drown oneself in pleasure and govern everything else by it!

Bilent.—You are young, very young, my dear friend. Your head is filled with dreams, and you wish to imagine that the world is what you think it is. If it is your pleasure, stay with your dreams. But I earnestly advise you,—do not talk audibly about this displeasure of yours, this nor any other, for that matter. If it enters your head again, I pray you remember that recently you provoked the very master himself.

Ctibor.—I did not wish—

Hannewaldt (On the balcony, excusing himself to the others).—I pray you excuse me for a while.

Bilent (Taking by the hand, to caution him not to talk).—The secretary.

Hannewaldt (To in the salon)—May I ask for some fresh water?

Ctibor.—I will order it at once. (Goes to the door to give the order to the servants outside.) Fresh water in a vessel! (Remains in the salon.)

Hannewaldt (Secretly to in order not to attract the attention of  who looks at him from time to time; he pretends to be