"Stanzides?" added George.
"Do you know Herr von Stanzides, Herr Baron?" asked Amy.
"Oh yes."
"Then he does really exist?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, but just you listen," said Oskar. "She put a lot of money on him this spring at Freudenau, and won a lot of money, and now she inquires if he really exists."
"What makes you have doubts about Stanzides' existence, Fräulein?" asked George.
"Well, you know, whenever I don't know where he is—Oskar, I mean—it's always a case of 'I've an appointment with Stanzides' or 'I'm riding with Stanzides in the Prater.' Stanzides this and Stanzides that, why it sounds more like an excuse than a name."
"You be quiet now, will you?" said Oskar gently.
"Not only does Stanzides exist," explained George, "but he has the most beautiful black moustache and the most fiery black eyes that are to be found anywhere."
"That's quite possible, but when I saw him he looked more like a jack-in-the-box, yellow jacket, green cap, violet sleeves."