"Go to Bleiberg, my son.

A word to him about Madame, and off you go to Brunnstadt.

Will you be of any use there?
I think not.

The little countess would cry out her pretty eyes if she heard that you were languishing in the city prison at Brunnstadt, where only the lowest criminals are confined.

Submit gracefully, that is to say, like a soldier against whom the fortunes of war have gone.