Flink (who has got up and gone to the table on the other side to get a pipe). He simply would not be allowed to, poor chap! What is monarchy, I ask you? Nothing more or less than an insurance business in which a whole crew of priests, officials, noblemen, landed proprietors, merchants and military men hold shares? And, goodness knows, _they_ are not going to give their director leave to commit any such folly! Ha, ha, ha! The King (getting up). Ha, ha, ha! Flink (vociferously, to him). Don't you think that is true? The King. Good Lord!--perfectly true! Ha, ha ha! Flink (who has cleaned and filled a pipe, but forgotten to light it, going up to the KING). And what do they insure themselves again, these beauties? (More seriously.) Against the great mass of the people--against _his_ people! (The KING looks at him and makes a movement of dislike.) Gran. Look here, Flink; suppose we go out into the garden for a little? These spring evenings are so lovely. Flink. Compared to a political talk, the loveliest spring evenings have no attraction for me--no more than warm water, offered me in place of fine cooling wine, would have. No, let us stay where we are. What is the matter with this pipe? (ANNA signs that she will put it right for him, but he does not understand.) Gran. Give her your pipe; she will put it right. Koll. What I have always said is that, if the King had an opportunity of understanding the situation, he would interfere. Flink. The King? He doesn't care a brass farthing about the whole matter! He has something else to do! Ha, ha! The King. Ha, ha, ha! Koll. The King is an unusually gifted man; he would not remain indifferent in the long run. Flink. He has so many unusual gifts that have gone to the devil--! The King. Tralalla! Tralalalalala! Tralala! It feels quite odd to be with you fellows again! (Drinks.) Flink (in an undertone, to GRAN). Is he drunk? The King (sitting down). Give me a cigar--! And let us discuss the matter a little more seriously. (KOLL and GRAN sit down.) Gran. As a matter of fact, it is not a thing that can be discussed. It must be tried. If, one day, the King were to say: "I mean to live a natural life among my people, and to withdraw my name from the old-established royal firm, which has lost all its reputation for honesty"--that day everything else would follow of itself. Flink. Yes, that day, I dare say! Gran. Remember you are the guest of a man who is a friend of the King's! The King. Don't play the domestic despot--you who are a republican! Let us have free discussion! Flink. I certainly don't intend to insult the King. He has never done me any harm. But surely you will allow me to doubt whether he is really the shining light you make him out to be? The King. That is true enough! Flink (eagerly). You agree with me as to that, then?