In the luggage-cart they were very cheerful.
"Do you always carry so much baggage with you?" asked the Count's servant, giving the carpet-bag a contemptuous kick.
"The rest is on board ship still," answered Johann; "but the President never takes much with him; little and good is what he says."
"Just like my General," said August; "it is always the case with us military men. In France we had only one trunk from first to last."
"We had six," said the Count's servant.
"Were you there too, then?"
"Of course, as knights of St. John."
"That is a fine thing!"
"It was very fine for me!" cried the man. "I would go again to-morrow: wine and women to one's heart's content. My master knows what is what, I can tell you. I should not stay six weeks with a man like your General."
"It is not so bad, after all," said August; "if one only does one's confounded duty one can get on with him; it is not so easy, I allow, with the Fräulein."