_Kaiser_ (_eagerly_). Ah, my good TIRPITZ, what news of our
blockade?
_Myself_ (_removing whiskers_). No, WILLIAM, not
TIRPITZ!
_Kaiser._ An Englishman!
_Myself._ An Englishman--and come to beg you to give up the struggle.
_Kaiser._ Never, while there is breath in man or horse!
_Myself._ One moment. Let me tell you what is about to happen. On my
advice the Allies are making a broad swee---- Put back your sword,
Sire. I am not going to strike you--a broad sweeping movement through
Germany.
_Kaiser_ (_going pale_). We are undone. It is the end of all. And this
was _your_ idea?
_Myself._ My own, your Majesty.
_Kaiser_ (_eagerly_). Would an Iron Cross and a Barony tempt you to
join us? Only a brain like yours could defeat such a movement.
_Myself_ (_with dignity_). As a Major and a gentleman----
_Kaiser._ Enough. I feared it was useless. _(Gloomily)_ We surrender.
_The scene closes._
[The final scene is not so clear in my memory that I can place it with
confidence upon paper. But the idea of it is this.]