But, after they had shown him and Massi to the room intended for them and gone downstairs again, the landlady of the Cock shook her head, saying: "He was always a good lad and a clever one, too, but even if a duke's coronet should fall upon the thin locks of the poor knight's son I should never take him for a real nobleman." "Better let that drop," replied her husband.

"Besides, the fine fellow is of more consequence since he had the legacy.

If he should come here for our Kattl, I'll wager you wouldn't keep him waiting." "Indeed I wouldn't," cried the landlady, laughing.

"But just hear what a racket those soldiers are making again down below!" Meanwhile Wolf was hurriedly attending to his outer man.
Massi had stretched himself on the thin cushion which covered the seat of the wooden bench in the bay-window, and thrust his feet far out in front of him.
As he watched the Ratisbon knight diligently use the little hand mirror while arranging his smooth, fair locks, he straightened himself, saying: "No offence, Sir Knight, but when I think of the radiant face with which you gazed down into the valley of the Danube from the hill where you stopped before sunset, and now see how zealously you are striving to adorn your person, it seems to me that there must be in this good city some one for whom you care more than for all you left behind in Brussels.

At your age, that is a matter of course, if there is a woman in the case, as I suppose.