He was a worthy, excellent man before the craze for liberty turned people's heads.

The youth, too, has a face pleasant to look at.
"There is something pure about it--something-it's hard to say, something--what do you think, Nico?
Doesn't he look like our Saint Sebastian?
Shall I speak to him and thank him for his kindness ?" The baron, without waiting for his son, whom he treated as an equal, to reply, rose to give expression to his friendly feelings towards the musician, but this laudable intention met with an unexpected obstacle.
The man, whom the baron had called the fencing-master Allertssohn, had just perceived that the "Glippers" cloaks were hanging by the fire, while his friend's and his own were flung on a bench.

This fact seemed to greatly irritate the Leyden burgher; for as the baron rose, he pushed his own chair violently back, bent his muscular body forward, rested both arms on the edge of the table opposite to him and, with a jerking motion, turned his soldierly face sometimes towards the baron, and sometimes towards the landlord.

At last he shouted loudly: "Peter Quatgelat--you villain, you! What ails you, you, miserable hunchback!--Who gives you a right to toss our cloaks into a corner ?" "Yours, Captain," stammered the host, "were already--" "Hold your tongue, you fawning knave!" thundered the other in so loud a tone and such excitement, that the long grey moustache on his upper lip shook, and the thick beard on his chin trembled.

"Hold your tongue! We know better.