From the frequency of this question and its venom Phil gathered that the English could not be popular in German military circles.
"No, American."
"Prove it!"
"As you have all my papers there, may I suggest that you have the proof?"
Von Stein mumbled an ejaculation through his moustache, while the corrugations between the bushy brows and the grey line of closely-clipped hair twitched.
"What are you in Europe for?"
"To see Europe—and I'm seeing more of it than I bargained for," answered Phil.
"Do not joke! War is war! What do you mean, you a foreigner, an American, you say, by being here when our army came?"
"Your army came so fast that I could not get away from it," said Phil drily, as he might on a hot day in cactus land.
"Hur-r-r!" or something like it, escaped through von Stein's moustache and he wiggled his lips in a way that might have meant an effort to control a grin. "Why are you in that chateau?"