Prince.—Mine?
Countess.—How can you permit such as Jozwowicz to compete with society people? Why do you retain him?
Prince.—Frankly speaking, it is not I who keep him—it is he who keeps me. If it were not for him, I should long since be (he makes a gesture).
Countess (angrily).—By keeping him, you serve the democracy.
Prince.—I—I serve the democracy? Stella, do you hear? (He raps with his stick.)
Countess.—Every one will say so. Mr. Jozwowicz is the democratic candidate.
Prince.—But I am not, and if it is so I will not allow him to be. I have enough of Mr. Jozwowicz's democracy. They shall not say that I am the tool of democracy. (He rings the bell. A servant enters.) Ask the doctor to come here.
Countess.—Now the prince is a true prince.
Prince.—I serve democracy, indeed!
Stella.—Papa, dear.