Old Grois raised his head.
"We must have something patriotic in the theatre, something of the good old kind; monkey tricks won't do, when a bloody tragedy is being played outside."
"I must go to the editor's office," said Doctor Herzel, with some importance. He rose and seized his hat.
A waiter entered.
"Is Baron von Stielow here?" he asked.
"What is it?" cried the young officer.
"Your servant with an orderly; they have been looking every where for you."
"Duty," cried von Stielow, and rose--
"Farewell, my hosts. Your health, Fräulein Pepi."
He emptied a glass of punch and left the room. A cavalry soldier in a cuirassier uniform handed him a sealed official paper.