PATIOMKIN. It is enough that you are a bachelor, darling:
Catherine will supply the arts. Aha! Another epigram! I am in the
vein today.

EDSTASTON [embarrassed and a little offended]. I must ask your
Highness to change the subject. As a visitor in Russia, I am the
guest of the Empress; and I must tell you plainly that I have
neither the right nor the disposition to speak lightly of her
Majesty.

PATIOMKIN. You have conscientious scruples?

EDSTASTON. I have the scruples of a gentleman.

PATIOMKIN. In Russia a gentleman has no scruples. In Russia we
face facts.

EDSTASTON. In England, sir, a gentleman never faces any facts if
they are unpleasant facts.

PATIOMKIN. In real life, darling, all facts are unpleasant.
[Greatly pleased with himself.] Another epigram! Where is my
accursed chancellor? these gems should be written down and
recorded for posterity. [He rushes to the table: sits down: and
snatches up a pen. Then, recollecting himself.] But I have not
asked you to sit down. [He rises and goes to the other chair.] I
am a savage: a barbarian. [He throws the shirt and coat over the
table on to the floor and puts his sword on the table.] Be
seated, Captain.