BARON [_Proudly_] Second class! Shall we allow these bigots to mock at all we hold sacred? The Jews are the deadliest enemies of our holy autocracy and of the only orthodox Church. Their _Bund_ is behind all the Revolution. BARONESS A plague-spot muz be cut out! QUINCY Well, I'd keep it dark if I were you. Kishineff is a back number, and we don't take much stock in the new massacres. Still, we're a bit squeamish---- BARON Squeamish! Don't you lynch and roast your niggers? QUINCY Not officially. Whereas your Black Hundreds---- BARON Black Hundreds! My dear Mr. Davenport, they are the white hosts of Christ [_Crossing himself_] and of the Tsar, who is God's vicegerent on earth. Have you not read the works of our sainted Pobiedonostzeff, Procurator of the Most Holy Synod? QUINCY Well, of course, I always felt there was another side to it, but still---- BARONESS Perhaps he has right, Alexis. Our Ambassador vonce told me ze Americans are more sentimental zan civilised. BARON Ah, let them wait till they have ten million vermin overrunning _their_ country--we shall see how long they will be sentimental. Think of it! A burrowing swarm creeping and crawling everywhere, ugh! They ruin our peasantry with their loans and their drink shops, ruin our army with their revolutionary propaganda, ruin our professional classes by snatching all the prizes and professorships, ruin our commercial classes by monopolising our sugar industries, our oil-fields, our timber-trade.... Why, if we gave them equal rights, our Holy Russia would be entirely run by them. BARONESS _Mon dieu! C'est vrai._ Ve real Russians vould become slaves. QUINCY Then what are you going to do with them? BARON One-third will be baptized, one-third massacred, the other third emigrated here. [_He strikes a match to relight his cigarette._] QUINCY [_Shudderingly_] Thank you, my dear Baron,--you've already sent me one Jew too many. We're going to stop all alien immigration. BARON To stop _all_ alien--? But that is barbarous! QUINCY Well, don't let us waste our time on the Jew-problem ... our own little Jew-problem is enough, eh? Get rid of this little fiddler. Then _I_ may have a look in. Adieu, Baron. BARON Adieu. [_Holding his hand_] But you are not really serious about Vera? [_The BARONESS makes a gesture of annoyance._] QUINCY Not serious, Baron? Why, to marry her is the only thing I have ever wanted that I couldn't get. It is torture! Baroness, I rely on your sympathy. [_He kisses her hand with a pretentious foreign air._] BARONESS [_In sentimental approval_] _Ah! l'amour! l'amour!_ [_Exit QUINCY DAVENPORT, taking his cap in passing._] You might have given him a little encouragement, Alexis. BARON Silence, Katusha. I only tolerated the man in Europe because he was a link with Vera. BARONESS You accepted his yacht and his---- BARON If I had known his loose views on divorce----