Hanička goes out with him.

Dame Klásek (Shaking her fist in the direction of the Magistrate). We shall never be troubled by bailiffs again!

Braha (About to go out after the Miller).—But what of that plague, the water sprite?

Zima.—I should judge and my reason leads me to believe—

Klásek.—That he’ll never return again.

Dame Klásek.—And if he does, I’ll drive him away by looking at him.

Sejtko.—I don’t doubt it—but what of the cards, the—

Dame Klásek (Rapidly).—Those I lost when I was fighting with the water sprite.

Klásek.—O, what a pity, she always referred to those dear cards out of constant anxiety for my welfare.

Dame Klásek.—O, come on! (Goes out.)

Zajíček.—And now, dear people. let us go and give a concert in the mill. (Goes out on the right.)

Zima , Sejtko follow him.

Klásek.—And then let us go to our Mama!

(Goes out after the rest on the right.)