VARINKA. Have you no shame? You refuse to see the most exalted persons. You kick princes and generals downstairs. And then you see an English captain merely because he has given a rouble to that common soldier. It is scandalous. PATIOMKIN. Darling beloved, I am drunk; but I know what I am doing. I wish to stand well with the English. VARINKA. And you think you will impress an Englishman by receiving him as you are now, half drunk? PATIOMKIN [gravely]. It is true: the English despise men who cannot drink. I must make myself wholly drunk [he takes a huge draught of brandy.] VARINKA. Sot! The Sergeant returns ushering a handsome strongly built young English officer in the uniform of a Light Dragoon. He is evidently on fairly good terms with himself, and very sure of his social position. He crosses the room to the end of the table opposite Patiomkin's, and awaits the civilities of that statesman with confidence. The Sergeant remains prudently at the door. THE SERGEANT [paternally]. Little Father, this is the English captain, so well recommended to her sacred Majesty the Empress. God knows, he needs your countenance and protec-- [he vanishes precipitately, seeing that Patiomkin is about to throw a bottle at him. The Captain contemplates these preliminaries with astonishment, and with some displeasure, which is not allayed when, Patiomkin, hardly condescending to look at his visitor, of whom he nevertheless takes stock with the corner of his one eye, says gruffly]. Well? EDSTASTON. My name is Edstaston: Captain Edstaston of the Light Dragoons. I have the honor to present to your Highness this letter from the British ambassador, which will give you all necessary particulars. [He hands Patiomkin the letter.] PATIOMKIN [tearing it open and glancing at it for about a second]. What do you want? EDSTASTON. The letter will explain to your Highness who I am. PATIOMKIN. I don't want to know who you are. What do you want? EDSTASTON. An audience of the Empress. [Patiomkin contemptuously throws the letter aside. Edstaston adds hotly.] Also some civility, if you please. PATIOMKIN [with derision]. Ho! VARINKA. My uncle is receiving you with unusual civility, Captain. He has just kicked a general downstairs. EDSTASTON. A Russian general, madam? VARINKA. Of course. EDSTASTON. I must allow myself to say, madam, that your uncle had better not attempt to kick an English officer downstairs. PATIOMKIN. You want me to kick you upstairs, eh? You want an audience of the Empress. EDSTASTON. I have said nothing about kicking, sir. If it comes to that, my boots shall speak for me. Her Majesty has signified a desire to have news of the rebellion in America. I have served against the rebels; and I am instructed to place myself at the disposal of her Majesty, and to describe the events of the war to her as an eye-witness, in a discreet and agreeable manner.