"Bertrich! Where's Bertrich?"
"The most delicious little nest of a place, half way up the Moselle, among the volcano craters."
"Don't know it. Have they found that Yankee?"
"No."
"Why, I thought Sabina had a whole detective force of pets and protégés, from Boulogne to Rome."
"Well, she has at least heard of him at Baden; and then again at
Stuttgard: but he has escaped them as yet."
"And poor Marie is breaking her heart all the while? I'll tell you what,
Claude, it will be well for him if he escapes me as well as them."
"What do you mean?"
"I certainly shan't go to the East without shaking hands once more with
Marie and Sabina; and if in so doing I pass that fellow, it's a pity if
I don't have a snap shot at him."
"Tom! Tom! I had hoped your duelling days were over."