I won't have a gray beard! Take it off!' Well what would you?
A man is free to be shaved if he chooses, so much more a king.

So it's taken off." "His beard!" "His beard, my dear Count." Then, after thanking Heaven it was gone, and declaring he looked ten years younger, he cried, "The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim breakfasts with me to-day: what is there for breakfast ?" And he had the chef out his of bed and--"But, by heavens, I shall get into trouble if I stop here chattering.

He's waiting most eagerly for you.

Come along." And Bernenstein, passing his arm through the count's, walked him rapidly into the castle.
The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim was a young man; he was no more versed in affairs of this kind than Bernenstein, and it cannot be said that he showed so much aptitude for them.

He was decidedly pale this morning; his manner was uneasy, and his hands trembled.