Beata.
Prince--Herr von Brachtmann--how do you do? (To Baron Ludwig.) You Excellency, you are to sit on my right.
Baron Ludwig.
You do me too much honour. (Conrad closes the folding-doors.)
Kellinghausen.
And now, gentlemen, shall we begin à la Russe, with a little caviare? (He leads the others to the table near the sofa, where cold dishes and liqueurs are set out.)
Prince.
Your true German can't abide a Russian, but we all adore their caviare.
Baron Ludwig.
Where can my brother be? The feast is given for him and he is the last to appear.