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Prince: Oh, that's it. I thought already of
Mizzi. Well, why not? - - So Lolo is going
to marry?
Count: Yes, Lolo.
Prince: But don’t call that the latest.
Count: Why not?
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Prince: She has promised it, or threatened it,
just as you like to put it- for the last three
years.
Count: Three?
You might say ten, or eighteen,
Ever since our story began.It hasawlays
Heally,,
fixed idea. If a decent fellow comes a
keen stu
along and ask me the many him, I leave the state
at once. She said it all the time- you have heard
her say
Pew times yourself, And now he has come.
^e expectaa.
And she is going to many him.
Prince: Well, let’s hope he is a decent fellow.
Count: Jokes.
That’s all your sympathy for me in
this serious moment.
Prince: Oh, (puts his hand on the Count’s arm)
Count: Yes, I assure you, it is a serious moment.
No easy matter when have lived nearly twenty
years with a girl- the best years of your life
shared good and bad. I really thought it couldn’t
end any more- and suddenly she comes and says;
good-tye, dearest, to-morrow Æs my Bedding-day.
That s no easy matter. (Gets up-walking around-,
and with all that I can't suleme her. Because I
understand her so well. What can you do?
Prince: You were always too good a fellow, Arpad.
Count: What's good about it?
Whyshouldn’t I
understand her? Thirtyseight years; left the stage
and that she doesn’t particularly enjoy the prospect
to exist on as pensioned ball[n]a danger and active
mistress of Count Paznrsdy, who is getting to be
more of an old ass every day, - everybody can see that.
I was prepared,-By god, I don’t blame her.
Prince: Then you psrted in good friendship?
Count: Of course. It was rather a jolly fairewell.
I didn't know
suld be
„ de„
By gad,
lish hard
later it got hold or me— it is a
strange story.
for me.