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Koll (laughing). You are not far wrong.
The King. And you, who in the old days were considered to be too advanced in your opinions to be retained as my tutor, are now not considered advanced enough! They nearly--threw you over, didn't they?
Koll. Yes! That shows you, if I may say so, the result of government by a minority.
The King. And the result of mixing with such people as our excellent friend the millionaire here, I suppose?
Gran. It is always a mistake to lay the blame of public opinion on individuals.
The King. I quite agree with you. And now it is time you knew the reason of my coming here--in the strictest incognito, as you see. By the way, I hope no one recognised me?
Gran and Koll. Not a soul!
(FLINK comes in.)
Flink. Ah, here you are! (Comes forward, rubbing his hands delightedly.) Well, what did you think of the meeting, my boys?
The King (aside to GRAN). Who is that?
Gran (to the KING). We will get rid of him. (To FLINK.) Look here, old chap--!
Flink (catching sight of the KING). Oh, I beg your pardon, I thought we were--
Gran (obliged to introduce him). Let me introduce Mr.--? Mr.--? (Looks at the KING inquiringly.)
The King. Speranza.
Flink. An Italian?
The King. In name only.
Gran (completing the introduction). Mr. Flink.
The King. Surely not A. B. Flink?
Gran. Yes.
The King (interested). Our peripatetic philosopher? (Shakes hands with him.) I have read one or two of your books.
Flink (laughing). Really?
The King. Are you meditating another expedition?
Flink. That's it.
The King. And on foot?
Flink. Always on foot.
The King. Upon my word, I don't believe there is a man in the country that can gauge popular opinion as accurately as you! Let us sit down and have a chat. Do you drink champagne?
Flink. Yes--when I can't get anything better!
The King (lifting his gla.s.s to FLINK). Your health, (They all drink, and then seat themselves.) What part the country were you in last?
Flink. I have just been shooting with our friend here.
The King. So he is your friend? He is mine, too! My best friend, ever since I was a boy. (He stretches out his hand; GRAN gets up and grasps it in both of his.)
Koll (to FLINK, who is looking astonished). Mr. Speranza was a naval cadet at the same time as Gran.
Flink. Really! Were they on the same s.h.i.+p?
The King. Yes, we were on a cruise round the world together--
Flink. Do you mean the time when the Prince went on account of his lungs?--the present King, I mean?
The King. The Prince that afterwards became King--yes.
Flink. There is quite a royal flavour about our little gathering, then!
Here is the King's s.h.i.+pmate, and here is his tutor in jurisprudence--
Koll. You are forgetting yourself! You are the King's tutor's tutor, you know--
The King. Were you Koll's tutor? Really?
Flink (with a laugh). Yes, I had that misfortune!
The King. You hadn't so great a misfortune in your pupil as he had in his!
Koll. The King was a very apt pupil.
Flink (jestingly). He has shown traces of it in his reign, hasn't he!
Koll. Don't speak ill of the King, please.
Flink (ironically). Heaven forbid! (Takes a pinch of snuff.) I know all about his talent--his great talent, his genial talent! (Offers his snuff-box to the KING.)
Gran. But it was public opinion we were talking about, Flink; is it very much like what we heard to-day?
Flink. I wouldn't say that; your opinions are rather advanced in these parts.
The King. Is the tendency republican, rather than monarchical?
Flink. That depends how you look at it. The King has just been paying some visits in the country districts; he is, so to speak, the commercial traveller for his firm--as all kings and crown princes are. Of course he was cheered everywhere. But go and ask the agricultural cla.s.ses if they set great store by the pomp and circ.u.mstance of royalty; they will unanimously answer: "It costs an infernal lot to keep up!" Ha, ha, ha!
Gran. Your farmer is a realist.
Flink. A brutal realist! Ha, ha, ha! Self-government is cheaper. He has it all at his fingers' ends, the scoundrel!
