'I suppose you see nothing of the Prince?' inquired Otto.
'No,' said the young man, speaking for the first time, 'nor want to.'
'Why so? is he so much disliked?' asked Otto.
'Not what you might call disliked,' replied the old gentleman, 'but despised, sir.'
'Indeed,' said the Prince, somewhat faintly.
'Yes, sir, despised,' nodded Killian, filling a long pipe, 'and, to my way of thinking, justly despised. Here is a man with great opportunities, and what does he do with them? He hunts, and he dresses very prettily--which is a thing to be ashamed of in a man--and he acts plays; and if he does aught else, the news of it has not come here.'
'Yet these are all innocent,' said Otto. 'What would you have him do--make war?'
'No, sir,' replied the old man. 'But here it is; I have been fifty y
