He sat where he was for a moment longer; then he sprang up with a loud laugh.
"A tragedy! A tragedy! If I make one, by Heaven the world is rich in them! Take Struboff for another. But your Majesty is wrong. I'm a farce."
"Yes, you're a bit of a farce," said I.
He laid his hand on my arm and looked full and long in my face.
"So you've made your study of us?" he asked. "Oh, I know why you came to Paris! Coralie, Struboff, myself—you have us all now?"
"Pretty well," said I. "To understand people is both useful and interesting; and to a man in my position it has the further attraction of being difficult."
"And you think Bederhof is too strong for me?"
"He is stupid and respectable. My dear Wetter, what chance have you?"
"There's a river in this town. Shall I jump in?"
"Heavens, no! You'd set it all a-hissing and a-boiling."
"To-night, sire, I thought of killing Struboff."
"Ah, yes, the pleasures of imagination! I often indulge in them."
"Then a bullet for myself."
"Of course ! And another impresario for Coralie! You must look ahead in such matters."
"It would have made a great sensation."
"Everywhere, except in the bosom of Coralie."
"Your cleverness robbed the world of that other sensation long ago. If I had killed you!"
"It would have been another—another impresario for my Princess."
"We shall meet at Forstadt? You'll ask me to the wedding?"
