Colonel von Wallenstein of the general staff approached her from the other side, and Carmichael was curious to find out what that officer's object was.

Wallenstein was a capital soldier, and a jolly fellow round a board, but beyond that Carmichael had no real liking for him.

There were too many scented notes stuck in his pockets.
The colonel dropped his cigarette, leaned over Gretchen's shoulder and spoke a few words.

At first she gave no heed.

The colonel persisted.
Without a word in reply, she resolutely sought the nearest policeman.
Wallenstein, remaining where he was, laughed.