*Rouvaloff has come outside to have a cigarette, and has it halfway to his lips when he spots Mina. When he sees her he stops and replaces it in his case.* My apologies. As a rule, I never smoke around ladies.
*he smiles* Ah, but it is a matter of principle. The world sees Russia as a nation of savages. I make a point of being civilized, to show up the stereotype.
It is admirable of you to try to combat their prejudice in such a way, but I do think that anyone who can read Tolstoy and Chekov and still perpetuate such an assumption will never be converted.
*dryly* When one takes taxes from the poor to pay for one's summer houses, as Prince Paul's friends do, the least one can do is keep it well-decorated.
Ah, I see. *yes. She does* Though, frankly, although I have some respect for the philosophies of the aesthetes, I don't think the poor will care about the color of the draperies.
It's very rare for an aristocrat to genuinely care much about what the poor care about. *and, as is his habit, he's keeping his tone carefully neutral, not quite revealing what he does or doesn't care about*
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