The one lady is an Englishwoman; the other--I believe--an Italian." "And der Herr ?" "An American." "Ah! A still greater pleasure, sir.

I trust that you will carry back across the Atlantic a good report of a spot all but unknown, I fear, to your compatriots.

You will meet one, I think, on the return of the ladies." "A compatriot ?" "Yes.

A gentleman who arrived here this morning, and who seemed, from his conversation with them, to belong to your noble fatherland.

He went out driving with them this afternoon, whither I unfortunately know not.
Ah! good Saint Nicholas!--For though I am a Lutheran, I must invoke him now--Look out yonder!" Stangrave looked, and joined in the general laugh of lieutenant, waiters, priests, and bourgeoises.
For under the chestnuts strutted, like him in Struwelpeter, as though he were a very king of Ashantee, Sabina's black boy, who had taken to himself a scarlet umbrella, and a great cigar; while after him came, also like them in Struwelpeter, Caspar, bretzel in hand, and Ludwig with his hoop, and all the naughty boys of Bertrich town, hooting and singing in chorus, after the fashion of German children.
The resemblance to the well-known scene in the German child's book was perfect, and as the children shouted,-- "Ein kohlpechrabenschwarzer Mohr, Die Sonne schien ihm ins gehirn, Da nahm er seinen Sonnenschirm"-- more than one grown person joined therein.
Stangrave longed to catch hold of the boy, and extract from him all news; but the blackamoor was not quite in respectable company enough at that moment; and Stangrave had to wait till he strutted proudly up to the door, and entered the hall with a bland smile, evidently having taken the hooting as a homage to his personal appearance.
"Ah?
Mas' Stangrave?
glad see you, sir! Quite a party of us, now, 'mong dese 'barian heathen foreigners.