"I was not thinking of the weather. Have you had a pleasant afternoon's sport?"
"Well, no—there was too much business mixed up with it. Sport is one thing, and business another. Besides, I only hit the bull's eye twice, and Rudolf hit it five times; whereas, the last time, you know—"
"Yes, I remember."
"So that, altogether, you see—No, it was a poor match, I call it. Sport's sport, and business is business; isn't it, Sandwirth?"
"I can't gainsay that. Well, Franz, I'm afraid you don't look forward with much pleasure to a busy campaign this summer."
"I hope to do my duty as well as other people," said Franz, looking down. "What must be done, must. Of course, we shall none of us like it."
"Do you call that speaking like a bold, hearty young man? Why, you ought to rouse up at the sound of the war trump!"
"Oh, yes, of course; so I do."—yawning.
"Thou'rt sleepy, lad," said Anna, rather contemptuously.
"No, I'm quite awake," said Franz.