"Then, friends, it shall rest until to-morrow. Not for the Papacy, to which my good aunt would have raised a ladder for me of three steps,-- Abbot, Bishop, Cardinal,--would I renounce the Tokay of to-night for the business of to-morrow. Come, gentlemen, let us drink my aunt's health." "Memory, you would say, count." "Memory, most learned friend,--you are right. Ah! gentlemen, she was a woman worthy to be had in remembrance: for she invented a capital plaster for gunshot wounds; and a jollier old fellow over a bottle of Tokay there is not at this day in Suabia, or in the Swedish camp. And that reminds me to ask, gentlemen, have any of you heard that Gustavus Horn is expected at Falkenberg? Such news is astir; and be sure of this--that, in such a case, we have cracked crowns to look for. I know the man. And many a hard night's watching he has cost me; for which, if you please, gentlemen, we will drink his health." "But our business, dear count--" "Shall wait, please God, until to-morrow; for this is the time when man and beast repose." "And truly, count, we are like--as you take things--to be numbered with the last. Fie, Count St. Aldenheim! are you the man that would have us suffer those things tamely which the Landgrave has begun?" "And what now hath his serenity been doing? Doth he meditate to abolish Burgundy? If so, my faith! but we are, as you observe, little above the brutes. Or, peradventure, will he forbid laughing,--his highness being little that way given himself?" "Count St. Aldenheim! it pleases you to jest. But we are assured that you know as well as we, and relish no better, the insults which the Landgrave is heaping upon us all. For example, the sentinel at your own door--doubtless you marked him? How liked you him?--" "Methought he looked cold and blue. So I sent him a goblet of Johannisberg." "You did? and the little court of guard--you have seen _that?_ and Colonel von Aremberg, how think you of him?" "Why surely now he's a handsome man: pity he wears so fiery a scarf! Shall we drink his health, gentlemen?" "Health to the great fiend first!" "As you please, gentlemen: it is for you to regulate the precedency. But at least, Here's to my aunt--the jolly old sinner, That fasted each day, from breakfast to dinner! Saw any man yet such an orthodox fellow, In the morning when sober, in the evening when mellow? Saw any man yet," etc. "Count, farewell!" interrupted the leader of the party; and all turned round indignantly to leave the room. "Farewell, gentlemen, as you positively will not drink my aunt's health; though, after all, she was a worthy fellow; and her plaster for gunshot wounds--"