I grant you the whole thing, prince and principality alike, is pure absurdity, a stroke of satire; and that a banker or the man who keeps an inn has graver duties.

But now, when I have washed my hands of it three years, and left all--labour, responsibility, and honour and enjoyment too, if there be any--to Gondremark and to--Seraphina--' He hesitated at the name, and Gotthold glanced aside.

'Well,' the Prince continued, 'what has come of it?
Taxes, army, cannon--why, it's like a box of lead soldiers! And the people sick at the folly of it, and fired with the injustice! And war, too--I hear of war--war in this teapot! What a complication of absurdity and disgrace! And when the inevitable end arrives--the revolution--who will be to blame in the sight of God, who will be gibbeted in public opinion?
I! Prince Puppet!' 'I thought you had despised public opinion,' said Gotthold.
'I did,' said Otto sombrely, 'but now I do not.

I am growing old.

And then, Gotthold, there is Seraphina.