He swallowed huge bumpers of wine, but the more he swallowed, the more he frowned.

The gentlemen who had been honoured with the dangerous distinction of sitting on his right and left, imitated him to a miracle in the drinking, and frowned at each other.
'"I will!" cried the baron suddenly, smiting the table with his right hand, and twirling his moustache with his left.

"Fill to the Lady of Grogzwig!" 'The four-and-twenty Lincoln greens turned pale, with the exception of their four-and-twenty noses, which were unchangeable.
'"I said to the Lady of Grogzwig," repeated the baron, looking round the board.
'"To the Lady of Grogzwig!" shouted the Lincoln greens; and down their four-and-twenty throats went four-and-twenty imperial pints of such rare old hock, that they smacked their eight-and-forty lips, and winked again.
'"The fair daughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen," said Koeldwethout, condescending to explain.

"We will demand her in marriage of her father, ere the sun goes down tomorrow.

If he refuse our suit, we will cut off his nose." 'A hoarse murmur arose from the company; every man touched, first the hilt of his sword, and then the tip of his nose, with appalling significance.
'What a pleasant thing filial piety is to contemplate! If the daughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen had pleaded a preoccupied heart, or fallen at her father's feet and corned them in salt tears, or only fainted away, and complimented the old gentleman in frantic ejaculations, the odds are a hundred to one but Swillenhausen Castle would have been turned out at window, or rather the baron turned out at window, and the castle demolished.