I have that—and the Porto-Rican and Hungarian tobaccos as well. In fact, I'm having quite a good sort grown here in the Mark Brandenberg now.
HOTHAM.
I fear I should have to decline trying that.
KING.
Give me your hand, Baronet. Come to our conference tonight. We will wash down our diplomatic disagreement with a good drink of beer, and blue clouds of smoke from our pipes shall waft away all the intrigues, plots and counter-plots.
GRUMBKOW.
But—Your Majesty, who is to furnish the source of amusement tonight?
HOTHAM.
Will Your Majesty take me as the scapegoat?