They are neighbors of mine--nearly every one of them a character--old Baron Huning, who fought in the Crimea as an English officer, Count Chamberlain von Swerte, crammed with curious court stories, Graf Olderode, who, in spite of his gout, will jump for joy when I introduce you as the best friend I have in the world, and add that you have just been banished from Berlin under the Socialist Act.
And then there are my pupils--I've got a Russian prince among them, and a very near neighbor, a young nobleman from the Marches, an officer in the Red Hussars.

Now don't be a slow coach, come along." "You are very kind, but I should be very sorry to make your gouty Graf jump, even for joy." "Dr.Enyhardt is quite right," Malvine now joined in.

"What an idea too to carry him off from me before he has had time to settle comfortably.
You stay with me.

Herr Doctor; this is my day, and you shall make the acquaintance of some charmingly pretty girls this afternoon.

That will interest you more than Paul's old Chamberlains." "All right," laughed Paul; "but you had better look out, Wilhelm, I smell a rat.