Mich. Bah! A blind to cheat us. We will keep Prince Paul here, [11]and find some office for him in our reign of terror.[11] He is well accustomed by this time to bloody work.
Prince Paul (approaching Michael). That was a long shot of yours, mon camarade.
Mich. I have had a good deal of practice shooting, since I have been a boy, off your Highness's wild boars.
Prince Paul. Are my gamekeepers like moles, then, always asleep?
Mich. No, Prince. I am one of them; but, like you, I am fond of robbing what I am put to watch.
Pres. This must be a new atmosphere for you, Prince Paul. We speak the truth to one another here.
Prince Paul. How misleading you must find it. You have an odd medley here, President—a little rococo, I am afraid.
Pres. You recognise a good many friends, I dare say?
Prince Paul. Yes, there is always more brass than brains in an aristocracy.
Pres. But you are here yourself?