This man's daughter is her maid, and he is obviously a servant of her house." Auersperg turned his slow, heavy look upon the young Prussian, but John noticed that von Arnheim met it without flinching, although Picard had really fired upon the Germans.

He surmised that von Arnheim was fully as high-born as Auersperg, and perhaps more so.

John knew that these things counted for a lot in Germany, however ridiculous they might seem to a democratic people.

Nevertheless Auersperg spoke with irony: "Your heart is overworking, von Arnheim," he said "Sometimes I fear that it is too soft for a Prussian.

Our Emperor and our Fatherland demand that we shall turn hearts of steel to our enemies, and never spare them.
But it may be, my brave Wilhelm, that your sympathy is less for this hulking peasant and more for the fair face of the lady whom he serves." John saw Julie's face flush a deep red, and his hand stole down to his belt, but no weapon was there.