Скорбь сатаны / The sorrows of Satan. Уровень 4

With no result, inasmuch as it continues to prefer folly to wisdom.”

“You speak a trifle bitterly, prince,” I said. “But no doubt you have had a wide experience among men?”

“I have,” he returned with emphasis. “My kingdom is a vast one.”

“You are a ruling power then?” I exclaimed with some astonishment. “Yours is not a title of honour only?”

“Oh, as your rules of aristocracy go, it is a mere title of honour,” he replied quickly. “When I say that my kingdom is a vast one, I mean that I rule wherever men obey the influence of wealth.

From this point of view, am I wrong in calling my kingdom vast? Is it not almost boundless?”

“I perceive you are a cynic,” I said. “Surely you believe that there are some things wealth cannot buy, honour and virtue for example?”

He surveyed me with a whimsical smile.

“I suppose honour and virtue exist,” he answered. “But my experience has taught me that I can always buy everything. Just tell the price, and the people become bribery and corrupt in the twinkling of an eye! Curious – very curious.

Pray do not imagine I am a swindler. I am a real prince, believe me, and of such descent as none of your oldest families can boast. But my dominions are broken up and my former subjects dispersed among all nations. Money I fortunately have in plenty, and with that I pave my way. Some day when we are better acquainted, you will know more of my private history. I have various other names and titles. My intimate friends generally drop my title, and call me Lucio simply. ”

“That is your Christian name?” I began.

“Not at all – I have no �Christian’ name,” he interrupted swiftly and with anger. “I’m not a �Christian’ at all!”

He spoke with impatience.

“Indeed!” I murmured vaguely.

He burst out laughing.

“�Indeed!’ That is all you can say! Indeed and again indeed the word �Christian’ vexes me. You are not a Christian, no one is really, people pretend to be.

They are more blasphemous than any fallen fiend! Now I have only one faith…”

“And that is…?”

“A profound and awful one!” he said in thrilling tones. “And the worst of it is that it is true.”

The carriage stopped and we descended. At first sight of the black horses and silver trappings, the porter of the hotel and two or three other servants rushed out to attend upon us; but the prince passed into the hall without noticing any of them.