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Broz (Gazing after ).—That is a fine specimen of the nobility!

Dr. Svoboda.—He will never be different. But, (Meditating) it seems to me, Master of the Treasury, that you began a somewhat serious conversation with me a while ago.

Broz.—Yes, that is true. And if you will permit me

Dr. Svoboda.—Tell me everything that is on your mind. And make it short.

Broz.—Honorable Doctor, unless there is a change in your finances before long, somebody else will be ruling in your place over this estate.

Dr. Svoboda (Frightened).—Seat yourself. (They are both seated.)

Broz—When it pleased you to buy this estate, you were out of debt except for a part of the dowry which you owe your wife. Today, you owe 30,000 florins borrowed on the estate, and the timbers have been chopped out five years in advance.

Dr. Svoboda (Sighing).—I cannot understand why everything seems to be turning against us. I have an excellent farm manager. Few as capable are to be found. We have also had prosperous years.

Broz.—Yes, yes—the farm manager is a good repairer, but he takes no account of what repairs cost! Add to that a number of very poor years, as far as harvests are concerned, with one tremendous flood,—then speculation with your fatal bank-stock—and then—

Dr. Svoboda.—Do not stop.

Broz.—That yearly deficit

Dr. Svoboda.—So, it is so! And the remainder of my property with all my wordly goods hangs high in the air. Well, I almost expected as much. I was afraid to admit it to myself Now it probably is too late!

Broz.—Not yet!

Dr. Svoboda.—How is that?

Broz.—If you wish me to advise you, I would suggest that you manage everything yourself.

Dr. Svoboda.—I am hardly fitted for such an undertaking!

Broz.—At first, you need do nothing more than to remain