'I give him twelve days to get home.

No, it's begun again; it's as it was three years ago, before he married; a disgrace! Hereditary prince, hereditary fool! There goes the government over the borders on a grey mare.

What's that?
No, nothing--no, I tell you, on my word, I set more store by a good gelding or an English dog.
That for your Otto!' 'He's not my Otto,' growled Kuno.
'Then I don't know whose he is,' was the retort.
'You would put your hand in the fire for him to-morrow,' said Kuno, facing round.
'Me!' cried the huntsman.

'I would see him hanged! I'm a Grunewald patriot--enrolled, and have my medal, too; and I would help a prince! I'm for liberty and Gondremark.' 'Well, it's all one,' said Kuno.

'If anybody said what you said, you would have his blood, and you know it.' 'You have him on the brain,' retorted his companion.