"That man over there is the French officer who has escaped."
"Good gracious me!"
"Yes, and you must suppose him to be me. Marry him to Bertha, and help him to escape to the French fleet."
"No!—on the faith of a burgomaster, no!—on the word of a German, no!"
"But your neck?"
"I don't care. The French may not take the place."
"And the French may. Who'll be the wiser, burgomaster?"
"My conscience, young sailor."
"And you'll save a man."
"Oh, dear! dear! dear!"