"Not at all, sir. I took this from Herr Quackenbush's trousers, while he was on the terrace in his nightclothes."
"That won't do. I can't rob the man."
"Certainly not, sir. If you will kindly return the wet ones I'll dry them in the kitchen and put them back in his pocket in the morning."
"You're an excellent fellow, Romsteck," said the Colonel rising. "Well, no loitering."
"Beg pardon, sir, but are you really leaving?"
"Bet your life I am; and pronto; it's one o'clock now."
"Look here, sir, you stay. We'll fix that M.P. somehow. You're just what we need. We could get up a revolution and make you Grand Duke. Begging your pardon, sir, but all the chambermaids were suggesting it."
"Delightful of you, old son. No, that splash in the moat cleared my head. I was getting a bit fantastic. That's my trouble, they say I'm not quite right in my head."
"None of the Grand Dukes ever were. That's why we were all so happy."
