orks 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----

BARONESS
I am sick of your scruples. You are ze only poor official in
Bessarabia.

BARON
Be silent! Have I not forbidden----?

BARONESS [_Petulantly_]
Forbidden! Forbidden! All your life you have served ze Tsar,