He had refused.
"The Princess receives no notes," he had said.

"Gretchen--it was a different matter." And Hillars had slept till after noon.

It had been a bad morning for me.

The wounded lieutenant had been carried away the night before, and there had not been anything for me to do but wander about--waiting.
"Will you help me with the Rhine wine ?" asked Hillars.
"No.

My head is fuddled enough as it is." "Then you must let me do all the talking." "And why you ?" "I shall know better how to irritate them," with a laugh.