He laughed.

Here would be another souvenir; to have caned-- He jumped to his feet, dropped his pipe on the sill of the window, and made for his hat and sword-cane.

The clerk went on with his writing.
Nothing the consul did these days either alarmed or distracted him.
To gain the garden Carmichael would have to pass through the tavern.

The first person he encountered was Colonel von Wallenstein.

The sight of this gentleman changed his plans for the moment.