details at all. General instruction along broad lines. No science, only orientation; no theory, only practice. La Cases writes about it in his memoirs.
Hyacinth—He was the only one who could have made it practical.
Albert—Yes, yes, he could have made many things practical. A capital idea, too! A school from which you graduated with a monarch's diploma in hand. [He laughs. The others respectfully echo his laugh. Albert looks around him.] Well!. . . I'm glad to find you such fine healthy boys. Nice, deep-set eyes this chap has, what?
Beatrice—[Rises.] Exactly like Alexandra's. It is marvellous how alike their eyes are. He resembles her in many ways.
Albert—[Taking no notice of her remark.] You oughtn't read too much, my boy. That's bad for the eyes. Sailors have the nicest eyes because they are accustomed to look upon vast distances. At the sea and sky.
Hyacinth—He'd like that. He wants to be a sailor.
Albert—And you?
Arsen—I? An explorer.
Albert—Where?
Arsen—The Pole.
Albert—Which Pole, my son?
Arsen—The South Pole.
