Norbert.
If your man of honour admits his guilt, and is ready to pay the penalty, let him be his own judge.
Richard.
H'm----
Norbert.
But I beg your pardon, father; that is hardly the point. It was all very well for the aristocracy to make its own laws when it had the power to enforce them; but what is to become of its precious "class-privileges" when the modern world laughs at them and the mob refuses to recognise them? When that day comes, I don't see what we can do but take shelter behind the law.
Kellinghausen.
I don't understand you, Norbert. Give us an instance.
Norbert.
Nothing easier, Uncle Michael. What do you propose to do with the scoundrel who has been insulting you in his electioneering speeches? (There is a startled movement among his listeners.) You don't mean to challenge him, I suppose?