was not aware that a man of unblemished morals held a higher place in your estimation than a man of power! Let us break up our conference.     

       MARSHAL. Be not so hasty, count. I did not mean to say that.     

       PRESIDENT (coldly.) No—no! You are perfectly right. I, too, am weary of office. I shall throw up the game, tender my resignation to the duke, and congratulate von Bock on his accession to the premiership. This duchy is not all the world.     

       MARSHAL. And what am I to do? It is very fine for you to talk thus! You are a man of learning! But I—mon Dieu! What shall I be if his highness dismisses me?     

       PRESIDENT. A stale jest!—a thing out of fashion!     

       MARSHAL. I implore you, my dearest, my most valued friend. Abandon those thoughts. I will consent to everything!     

       PRESIDENT. Will you lend your name to an assignation to which this Louisa Miller shall invite you in writing?     

       MARSHAL. Well, in God's name let it be so!     

       PRESIDENT. And drop the letter where the major cannot fail to find it.     

       MARSHAL. For instance, on the parade, where I can let it fall as if accidentally in drawing out my handkerchief.     

       PRESIDENT. And when the baron questions you will you assume the character of a favored rival?     

       MARSHAL. Mort de ma vie! I'll teach him manners! I'll cure him of interfering in my amours!     

       PRESIDENT. Good! Now you speak in the right key. The letter shall be written immediately! Come in the evening to receive it, and we will talk over the part you are to play.     

       MARSHAL. I will be with you the instant I have paid sixteen visits of the very highest importance. Permit me, therefore, to take my leave without delay. (Going.)     

       PRESIDENT (rings). I reckon upon your discretion, marshal.     

       MARSHAL (calls back). Ah, mon Dieu! you know me!     

                       [Exit MARSHAL. 

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