Then arose various clouds of dust, shriekings, surrenderings, crying of 'Forgive us, great Prince, we never meant to do it,' followed, as I had said, by the six-feet clearances.

But these in time I had to reduce to four--so great became the competition for places in my new Schloss Muellerssohn.
"But 'Once done, well done--done forever!' is my motto.

So since that time the winds have mostly blown through my Schloss untainted, and the sons of Ritterdom, magnanimous captains and honest bailies of quiet bailiwicks, are my very good friends and faithful officers." Prince Karl the Miller's Son was silent a moment.
"But I am still looking out for another man with a head-piece to come after me.

I have no son, and if I had, the chances are ten to one that he would be either a milksop or a flittermouse painted blue.

Milksops I hate, and send to the monkeries.