I shall go to the Sonnenberg immediately.
I have only to tell General Pierson that his nephew is to be prevented from playing the fool, and I get leave at once, if there's no active work.' 'His nephew, Lieutenant Pierson, or Pole--hein ?' interposed the Greek.
'That 's the man.

He 's on the Marshal's staff.

He 's engaged to the Countess Lena von Lenkenstein.

She has fire enough, my Pericles.' 'The Countess Anna, you say ?' The Greek stretched forward his ear, and was never so near getting it vigorously cuffed.
'Deafness is an unpardonable offence, my dear Pericles.' Antonio-Pericles sniffed, and assented, 'It is the stupidity of the ear.' 'I said, the Countess Lena.' 'Von Lenkenstein; but I choose to be further deaf.' 'To the devil, sir.

Do you pretend to be angry ?' cried Weisspriess.
'The devil, sir, with your recommendation, is too black for me to visit him,' Antonio-Pericles rejoined.
'By heaven, Pericles, for less than what you allow yourself to say, I've sent men to him howling!' They faced one another, pulling at their moustachios.