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(Propping him.) Retain your own.

(Laughs emptily.) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for life is the law of existence but modern philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He taps his brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor out of the college.

I did. I heard that.

He expresses himself with much marked refinement of phraseology.

Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy.

(Pulls himself free and comes forward.) What’s that you’re saying about my king?

(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly.) Peace, perfect peace. For identification bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (He turns to his subjects.) We have come