PATIOMKIN [amazed]. You refuse!

EDSTASTON. I thank your Highness; but it is not the custom for
English gentlemen to take presents of that kind.

PATIOMKIN. Are you really an Englishman?

EDSTASTON [bows]!

PATIOMKIN. You are the first Englishman I ever saw refuse
anything he could get. [He puts the goblet on the table; then
turns again to Edstaston.] Listen, darling. You are a wrestler: a
splendid wrestler. You threw me on my back like magic, though I
could lift you with one hand. Darling, you are a giant, a
paladin.

EDSTASTON [complacently]. We wrestle rather well in my part of
England.

PATIOMKIN. I have a Turk who is a wrestler: a prisoner of war.
You shall wrestle with him for me. I'll stake a million roubles
on you.

EDSTASTON [incensed]. Damn you! do you take me for a
prize-fighter? How dare you make me such a proposal?

PATIOMKIN [with wounded feeling]. Darling, there is no pleasing
you. Don't you like me?

EDSTASTON [mollified]. Well, in a sort of way I do; though I