“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!”