would not allow us even to hint at any steps that would really lead to
peace?

_Tisza_. Sire, you are a young man, but you are a scion of a great and
ancient House, which was powerful and illustrious when the Hohenzollerns
were but mean and petty barbarian princelings. Withdraw yourself, while the
opportunity is still with you, from the fatal domination of this vain and
inflated upstart who endeavours to serve only his own selfish designs. Our
enemies will make peace with you, and thus he too will be forced to abandon
the War. With him and with the deeds that have outraged the world they will
not initiate any movement that tends to peace. He must go through his
punishment, as indeed we all must, but his, I think, will be heavier than
ours.

_The Emperor_. Then you want me to make peace?

_Tisza_. If it could be done by holding up your hand, I would urge you to
hold it up at once.

_The Emperor_. And what would the world say?

_Tisza_. The world would glorify your name.

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[Illustration: A SHORT WAY WITH TINO.

THE BIG GUN (_ringing up the Entente Exchange_). "OH, YOU _ARE_ THERE, ARE
YOU? WELL, PUT ME ON TO NUMBER ONE, ATHENS."]