"I am a socialist, and occasionally harangue for the reds.

And sometimes, when I am in need of money, I find myself in the employ of the police." The muscles of the Englishman's jaws hardened, then they relaxed.

The expression on the face of his guide was free from anything but bonhomie.
"One must live," Johann added deprecatingly.
"Yes, one must live," replied the Englishman.
"O! but I could sell some fine secrets to the Osians had they money to pay.

Ach! but what is the use?
The king has no money; he is on the verge of bankruptcy, and this pretty bit of scenery is the cause of it." "So you are a socialist ?" said the Englishman, passing over Johann's declamatory confidences.
"Yes, Herr.

All men are brothers." "Go to!" laughed the Englishman, "you aren't even a second cousin to me.
But stay, what place is this we are passing ?" indicating with his cane a red-brick mansion which was fronted by broad English lawns and protected from intrusion by a high iron fence.
"That is the British legation, Herr." The Englishman stopped and stared, unconscious of the close scrutiny of the guide.