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 Dr. Svoboda.—I am your respectful servant! (Leares the room.)

Klementina.—Husband! (Hurries after him.)

Jaroslav.—Oh curses!

Neufeld.—That is an insult! I am choking! I must be avenged!

Jaroslav.—Compose yourself, my friend. Self-control may bring victory just now, but you will surely defeat your purpose by becoming enraged. You will yet succeed.

Neufeld.—I was ready to be of service, now I am prepared to destroy!

Jaroslav.—Destroy whom? You certainly want to buy our estate! Success at this juncture may mean to you the acquisition of two other estates, and possibly three! Baron Siegdorf

Neufeld.—I am sure of him, in any event. I am going, I must leave this instant!

Jaroslav.—To do so now, (Pointing out of the window) is impossible. Night and day are merging into one. And besides, I have not cast the last horse-shoe yet.

Neufeld.—At least, take me away somewhere, so I can be alone.

Jaroslav.—Be good enough to go to your room for a moment. I will follow you there almost immediately.

( leaves to the right.)

Broz.—The Honorable Doctor, is he here?

Jaroslav.—He must be in his room. And what report do you bring from the hopperies and the fields?

Broz.—Terrible!

(Enter .)

Dr. Svoboda (Gazing about, then to ).—Has he gone?

Jaroslav.—Yes.

Broz.—Doctor!