"Danger," he was saying, "is an indispensable condition in these military and cavalry races. If England can show in her history the most glorious deeds of arms performed by her cavalry, she owes it solely to the historic development of vigor in her people and her horses. Sport, in my opinion, has a deep significance; and, as usual, we take it only in its superficial aspect."
"Not superficial," said the Princess Tverskaya; "they say that one of the officers has broken two ribs."
Alekseï Aleksandrovitch smiled with his smile which only uncovered his teeth and was perfectly expressionless.
"Let us admit, princess," said he, "that in this case it is not superficial, but serious[1] But that is not the point; "and he turned again to the general, and resumed his dignified discourse:—
"You must not forget that those who take part are military men who have chosen this career, and you must agree that every vocation has its reverse side of the medal. This belongs to the calling of war. Such brutal sport as boxing-matches and Spanish bull-fights are indications of barbarism, but specialized sport is a sign of development."
"No, I won't come another time," the Princess Betsy was saying; "it is too exciting for me; don't you think so, Anna?"
"It is exciting, but it is fascinating," said another lady; "if I had been a Roman, I should never have missed a single gladiatorial show."
Anna did not speak, but, with her opera-glass, was gazing intently at a single spot.
At this moment a tall general came across the pavilion. Alekseï Aleksandrovitch, breaking off his discourse abruptly, arose with dignity, and made a low bow.
"Are n't you racing?" asked the general, jestingly.
"My race is a far more difficult one," replied Alekseï Aleksandrovitch, respectfully; and though this answer was not remarkable for its sense, the military man
- ↑ Vnutrenneye, internal.
