[He bows to VASILI with embarrassment.]
PIKE. How long? Why, he was raised on his father's farm.
[He faces VASILI, and stretches his arm out toward him as if for
corroboration.]
MARIANO [to VASILI]. Oh, if that is so!
PIKE. It _is_ so; ain't it, Doc?
VASILI [to. MARIANO, with dignity]. You have heard my friend say it.
MARIANO [to VASILI, in a serious undertone]. Monseigneur graciously
consents that I reveal his incognito to the carabiniere.
VASILI. Is it necessary?
MARIANO. Otherwise I fear they will not withdraw; they have suspicion.
VASILI [with a gesture of resignation]. Very well, tell them. I rely
upon them to preserve my incognito from all others.
MARIANO [bowing deeply]. Monseigneur, they will be discreet.
[Goes up to CARABINIERE and speaks to them.]
PIKE [aside to IVANOFF]. Make a noise--keep busy. [Then with more
emphasis.] But don't you unscrew anything!
MARIANO [to VASILI, smiling]. Monseigneur, they withdraw.
[The CARABINIERE, with great deference and gravity, salute VASILI. He
returns the salute curtly.]
FIRST CARABINIERE. Mille grazias, Signore!
[MARIANO throws the gates open, the two CARABINIERE go rapidly out,
sweeping the crowd away. MARIANO closes the gates.]
PIKE [giving MARIANO a coin]. You're pretty good. MARIANO.
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