PRINCE PETRO. (_to BARON RAFF_). Foolish boy! [4]He will be sent into exile, or worse, if he is not careful.[4] BARON RAFF. Yes.[5] What a mistake it is to be sincere! PRINCE PETRO. The only folly you have never committed, Baron. BARON RAFF. One has only one head, you know, Prince. PRINCE PAUL. My dear Baron, your head is the last thing any one would wish to take from you. (_Pulls out snuffbox and offers it to PRINCE PETROVITCH._) PRINCE PETRO. Thanks, Prince! Thanks! PRINCE PAUL. Very delicate, isn't it? I get it direct from Paris. But under this vulgar Republic everything has degenerated over there. "Cotelettes a l'imperiale" vanished, of course, with the Bourbon, and omelettes went out with the Orleanists. La belle France is entirely ruined, Prince, through bad morals and worse cookery. (_Enter the MARQUIS DE POIVRARD._) Ah! Marquis. I trust Madame la Marquise is well. MARQUIS DE P. You ought to know better than I do, Prince Paul; you see more _of_ her. PRINCE PAUL (_bowing_). Perhaps I see more _in_ her, Marquis. Your wife is really a charming woman, so full of _esprit_, and so satirical too; she talks continually of you when we are together. PRINCE PETRO. (_looking at the clock_). His Majesty is a little late to-day, is he not? PRINCE PAUL. What has happened to you, my dear Petrovitch? you seem quite out of sorts. You haven't quarrelled with your cook, I hope? What a tragedy that would be for you; you would lose all your friends. PRINCE PETRO. I fear I wouldn't be so fortunate as that. You forget I would still have my purse.[6] But you are wrong for once; my chef and I are on excellent[7] terms. PRINCE PAUL. Then your creditors or Mademoiselle Vera Sabouroff have been writing to you? I find both of them such excellent correspondents. But really you needn't be alarmed. I find the most violent proclamations from the Executive Committee, as they call it, left all over my house. I never read them; they are so badly spelt as a rule. PRINCE PETRO. Wrong again, Prince; the Nihilists leave me alone for some reason or other. PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). Ah! true. I forgot. Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities. PRINCE PETRO. I am bored with life,[8] Prince. Since the opera season ended I have been a perpetual martyr to ennui. PRINCE PAUL. The maladie du siecle! You want a new excitement, Prince. Let me see--you have been married twice already; suppose you try--falling in love, for once. BARON R. Prince, I have been thinking a good deal lately-- PRINCE PAUL (_interrupting_). You surprise me very much, Baron. BARON R. I cannot understand your nature. PRINCE PAUL (_smiling_). If my nature had been made to suit your comprehension rather than my own requirements, I am afraid I would have made a very poor figure in the world. COUNT R. There seems to be nothing in life about which you would not jest. PRINCE PAUL. Ah! my dear Count, life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.