A Royal Scandal Page #3

but really confidential.

- Madame Polonskaya.

- You mean Olga?

- Votre Excellency, vous connaissez Olga?

- Mais, oui.

- Elle est une de mes vieilles amies.

- Non!

- Est-elle aussi jolie qu'autrefois?

- Je rai jamais vu des yeux aussi beaux.

Oh, Olga.

Elle ry en a pas de mme.

Il ry a pas de son comme Olga.

- Olga.

- Olga.

And now, my dear Marquis,

I'll introduce you to Her Majesty immediately.

- You'll escort her to a state banquet.

- A privilege to accompany Mother Russia.

Never address Her Majesty as Mother Russia.

In France,

we always think of her as Mother Russia.

My dear Marquis, you may think of her

as a mother, but don't call her a mother.

About the etiquette.

I wonder if it is the same as in Versailles.

Shall I always keep seven steps' distance

from Her Majesty?

My dear Marquis, you have been sent here

to bring our countries closer together.

Dear Excellency,

I think I know exactly what to do.

Dear Marquis, don't do it. Let Her Majesty take

the first step towards the alliance.

- And I make the second?

- Not even the third.

- In other words, do nothing.

- Right.

But not too early, and not too late.

And, by the way,

Her Majesty hates the wearing of wigs.

Of course, on formal occasions,

it can't be helped.

But in general, Her Majesty,

being a true autocrat,

naturally doesn't believe in

the equality of all men.

And she feels the wig

puts everybody on the same hairline.

Monsieur,

the wig is the essence of our civilisation.

It is the symbol of our century.

It is the rococo of the rococo.

But I will make the grand sacrifice

for the future of humanity.

Believe me, Marquis,

men have gone down in history for less.

Now I'll announce you.

- Where am I?

- How did you get in here?

- Please, take me to Her Majesty!

- Who are you? How did you get in here?

- What's all this about?

- Questions, questions, questions!

Everybody wants to know,

everybody's chasing me,

everybody's arresting me

and Russia's going to pieces.

Russia, my poor Russia.

My dear Marquis, I'm so embarrassed!

A perfect stranger coming out of the wall!

Do not even mention.

In Paris, nothing but secret entrances.

Only the husbands and servants

use the regular doors.

In the salon of Madame de Paris,

the best people come out of the bookshelves.

- Do you know what's going on in Russia?

- No, but I'd like to know.

No, I can't tell you.

It's only for Her Majesty's ears.

See, this is the first time I've ever been at court.

All this is unfamiliar to me.

I don't know who you are, but please help me.

Look, I'll give you everything I have. Here are

50 roubles. Please take me to Her Majesty.

You can't bribe the Chancellor of Russia!

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