"Well, good afternoon," said the Baron, passing on.

"My dear De Konigstein, one pinch; you have often said you have a
particular regard for me."

"My dear Marquis!"

"A-a-h! I thought so; you have often said you would serve me, if
possible."

"My dear Marquis, be brief."

"A-a-h! I will. There's a cursed crusty old Prussian officer here; one
Colonel de Trumpetson."

"Well, what can I do? you are surely not going to fight him!"

"A-a-h! no, no; I wish you to speak to him."

"Well, what?"

"He takes snuff."

"What is that to me?"

"He has got a box."

"Well!"