JUST. On that account? Only on that account? As certain as I am in your debt, as certain as you can never be in mine, so certainly shall you not turn me away now. Do what you will, Major, I remain in your service; I must remain. MAJ. T. With your obstinacy, your insolence, your savage boisterous temper towards all who you think have no business to speak to you, your malicious pranks, your love of revenge,!!!!! JUST. Make me as bad as you will, I shall not think worse of myself than of my dog. Last winter I was walking one evening at dusk along the river, when I heard something whine. I stooped down, and reached in the direction whence the sound came, and when I thought I was saving a child, I pulled a dog out of the water. That is well, thought I. The dog followed me; but I am not fond of dogs, so I drove him away--in vain. I whipped him away--in vain. I shut him out of my room at night; he lay down before the door. If he came too near me, I kicked him; he yelped, looked up at me, and wagged his tail. I have never yet given him a bit of bread with my own hand; and yet I am the only person whom he will obey, or who dare touch him. He jumps about me, and shows off his tricks to me, without my asking for them. He is an ugly dog, but he is a good animal. If he carries it on much longer, I shall at last give over hating him. MAJ. T. (aside). As I do him. No, there is no one perfectly inhuman. Just, we will not part. JUST. Certainly not! And you wanted to manage without servants! You forget your wounds, and that you only have the use of one arm. Why, you are not able to dress alone. I am indispensable to you; and I am--without boasting, Major,--I am a servant who, if the worst comes to the worst, can beg and steal for his master. MAJ. T. Just, we will part. JUST. All right, Sir! SCENE IX. Servant, Major von Tellheim, Just SER. I say, comrade! JUST. What is the matter? SER. Can you direct me to the officer who lodged yesterday in that room? (Pointing to the one out of which he is coming). JUST. That I could easily do. What have you got for him? SER. What we always have, when we have nothing--compliments. My mistress hears that he has been turned out on her account. My mistress knows good manners, and I am therefore to beg his pardon. JUST. Well then, beg his pardon; there he stands. SER. What is he? What is his name? MAJ. T. I have already heard your message, my friend. It is unnecessary politeness on the part of your mistress, which I beg to acknowledge duly. Present my compliments to her. What is the name of your mistress? SER. Her name! We call her my Lady. MAJ. T. The name of her family? SER. I have not heard that yet, and it is not my business to ask. I manage so that I generally get a new master every six weeks. Hang all their names! JUST. Bravo, comrade!