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Rh Mrs. Roller.—But with whom!

Mrs. Roubínek (Laughing).—With whom!

Mrs. Roller.—Mrs. Rettig knows still better about that.

Mrs. Roubínek.—And maybe we could convince ourselves of it, in just a moment.

Mrs. Roller.—Do you think so? Well, let's wait a bit.

Mrs. Roubínek (With a glance at the temple).—And there is a convenient spot.

Mrs. Roller (Goes quickly to the side scenes and returns in a moment).—He is not there and nobody else either.

Mrs. Roubínek (Who in the mean time has mounted the steps of the temple).—Let’s wait a moment.

Mrs. Roller (Following her).—So still—

Mrs. Roubínek (At the door).—You first!

Mrs. Roller.—O, thank you. (Goes into the temple; follows her.)

The characters enter from the rear.

Roubal (In advance of the others).—Here we have it on our way. Now don't you (to the Teacher's Assistant) forget this: here too (pointing to the temple) is an echo, but we will wait until you return from the pond.

Assistant (With a hunter's horn under his arm).—Pardon me, the director said—

Roubal (Peevishly).—I know, he told me too; but I say that you ought not to mix things up. I wonder if those others—

Assistant.—Mimra and Voplestil, if you please, have gone already; they are waiting on the other side.

Roubal.—So I told him to play his solo on the horn as before, to be careful about it, to see that the directress is satisfied, to make it sentimental: otherwise the director will have him transferred to the regiment as a mounted trumpeter. And how about you, Všetečka?

Vsetečka (With a hunter's horn under his arm).—I, with your Honor's kind permission; I play the second part.

Roubal.—Well, then play some sort of a flourish for the directress.