"There is a nice little surprise party in here waiting for you." The door opened.
"Unlocked!" bawled the Count.

"What does this mean, Baron ?" "He gave his word as a gentleman," was the quiet reply.
"Gentleman?
Ach! I'll take a look at the gentleman," said the Count, stepping up to the pallet and shaking me roughly by the shoulder.
"Wake up!" I sat up so as not to miss the comedy which was about to set its scenes upon the grim visage of the Count.

As his eyes met mine his jaw fell.
"A thousand devils! Who are you ?" "I couldn't swear," said I, meekly.

"Everybody hereabouts insists that I am some one else.

The situation warrants a complete explanation.
Perhaps you can give it ?" I should have laughed but for those flashing eyes.
"You are a blockhead," he said to his subaltern.
"He is the man, according to your London correspondent," responded the other with some show of temper.