Ah—it was a long confession, and it had floated for about fifteen years in the sea.
[He is watching Ursus narrowly.]
Ursus [starting visibly]
Phedro
What were you about to say?
Ursus
When one has talked to one's self for a great many years it is hard to hold one's tongue in public.
[Enter the Prince—debonair and haughty. Prince ignores Philosopher and pulls Phedro aside.]
Prince
Well! What have you arranged?