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 Princess (Who, smiling, has been gazing after them, turns about to the ).—And now let us go.

The moon is rising.

Braha (Enters hastily from the mill).—O, Sire! Hanička does not want to be left alone with Grandmother.

Grandmother’s voice from within the mill.—Hanička! Hanička!

Miller (To ).—Tell Hanička that—

Hanička (Bursts forth, but halts in the doorway).—Libor, don’t go!

Miller.—I must, Hanička.

Hanička.—I will go in your stead.

Princess.—O, do you fear for him?

Miller.—Hanička, do you wish to humiliate me?

Hanička.—Take care that you do not humiliate yourself.

comes out and stands in the doorway.

Princess (To the Miller).—Do you wish to stay?

Miller (Resolutely).—We will go, if you so desire.

Princess (Joyfully).—We will go, then.

Miller.—Hanička, Grandmother, good night! (To .) Keep good watch!

Hanička (Warningly).—Remember, Libor! (Gazes after them as they depart.)

Grandmother.—Unfortunate lantern! Come, Hanička. (Leaves.)

follows into the mill.

Princess (Stops on the bridge).—Do you not wish to go back?

Miller (Who carries the lantern before her).—Are you afraid already, Your Grace?

Princess.—Come on!

disappears behind the bridge toward the woods. follows him.

Braha (Looking after them).—Would you believe it!—The noble rabble of nobility brought in by the fog—

Dame Klásek (Hurriedly from the left).—He isn’t here, is he—

Braha.—Who?