As God wills! I know where my place is." Von Warmond filled a fresh glass, saying with a slight shade of reproof in his tone: "Why, Captain, Captain, what whims are these?
Before the battle of Brill I fell in jumping out of the boat and broke my sword.
I soon found another, but the idea came into my head: 'you'll meet your death to-day.' Yet here I sit, and hope to empty many a beaker with you." "It has passed already," said the fencing-master, raising his hat and wiping the perspiration from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Every one must meet his death-hour, and if mine is approaching to-day--be it as God wills! My family won't starve.

The house on the new Rhine is free from mortgage, and though they don't inherit much else, I shall leave my children an honest name and trustworthy friends.

I know you won't lose sight of my second boy, the musician, Wilhelm.

Nobody is indispensable, and if Heaven wishes to call me from this command, Junker von Nordwyk, Jan Van der Does, can fill my place.

You, Herr von Warmond, are in just the right spot, and the good cause will reach a successful end even without me." The musician listened with surprise to the softened tone of the strange man's voice, but the young nobleman raised his drinking-cup, exclaiming: "Such heavy thoughts for a light glass! You make too much of the matter, Captain.