“Don’t get shaved here, though. You’d better have that done at Aix-la-Chapelle, and then you can get yourself taken at the same time for the stamps.”
“Among the Prussians? Never! as long as I live. I’ll never help them to earn a cent,” thundered Bloemstein.
“In Maastricht, then,” suggested another.
“All right. I’ll have it done on Monday. Has any one anything more to say to the meeting?”
They looked at each other, but no one broke the silence.
“No one’s got nothing, then?”
“Just wait a minute,” cried Conrads. “You ought to have a crown, Bloemstein.”
“A crown?—that’s expensive.”
“Nonsense; have one made of brass, and well polished up, then it will shine just as if it were gold.”
“Then we ought to have Ministers’ uniforms. I’ll make them as cheap and as quickly as possible,” said the tailor-Minister; “and then I’ll make a long cloak for you, Bloemstein.”