THE BARON. Are you a tramp?
LUKA. We're all of us tramps--why--I've heard said that the very earth
we walk on is nothing but a tramp in the universe.
THE BARON [_severely_] Perhaps. But have you a passport?
LUKA [_after a short pause_] And what are you--a police inspector?
PEPEL [_delighted_] You scored, old fellow! Well, Barosha, you got it
this time!
BUBNOFF. Yes--our little aristocrat got his!
THE BARON [_embarrassed_] What's the matter? I was only joking, old
man. Why, brother, I haven't a passport, either.
BUBNOFF. You lie!
THE BARON. Oh--well--I have some sort of papers--but they have no
value--