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 eye on something else, more or less far away? Isn't that the way that you live?

. Yes, but I am tied up with a wife and the boy. What have I to look forward to?

. Nothing, for yourself; but you can hope that your children won't be like you—that they will amount to something.

. Yes…

. Well, there you are.

. Which is the Prince?

. The youngest—the one who doesn't talk. He never talks. Will you look at that?

They're taking a chance. Won't they be set up?

. What does the Prince come here for, anyway?

. It's the actresses. That Englishman is his secretary; he always brings him along. They're to have supper to-night—the real thing—in a sort of dive, but tough! Awful!

. Look! They are blushing. And they are laughing at them!

. I'll give them a pinch as they go out.

. No, don't make a scene. Mr. Jacob will take up your pass.

. Ah, Harry, I am bored to death! I am sick. What will you find for me to do next?

. March upon Suavia, proclaim yourself Emperor, and declare war against the world.

. Silence, imperialist poet!

. Why not? I am an Emperor myself.