“My dear Marquis!” “A-a-h! I thought so; you have often said you would serve me, if possible.” “My dear Marquis, be brief.” “A-a-h! I will. There’s a cursed crusty old Prussian officer here; one Colonel de Trumpetson.” “Well, what can I do? you are surely not going to fight him!” “A-a-h! no, no; I wish you to speak to him.” “Well, what?” “He takes snuff.” “What is that to me?” “He has got a box.” “Well!” “It is a Louis-Quatorze; could not you get it for me?” “Good morning to you,” said the Baron, pulling on Vivian. “You have had the pleasure, Grey, of meeting this afternoon two men who have each only one idea. Colonel von Trumpetson and the Marquis de la Tabatière are equally tiresome. But are they more tiresome than any other man who always speaks on the same subject? We are more irritable, but not more wearied, with a man who is always thinking of the pattern of a button-hole, or the shape of a snuff-box, than with one who is always talking about pictures, or chemistry, or politics. The true bore is that man who thinks the world is only interested in one subject, because he himself can only comprehend one.” Here Lady Madeleine passed again, and this time the Baron’s eyes were fixed on the ground. A buzz and a bustle at the other end of the gardens, to which the Baron and Vivian were advancing, announced the entry of the Grand Duke. His Imperial Highness was a tall man, with a quick, piercing eye, which was prevented from giving to his countenance the expression of intellect, which it otherwise would have done, by the dull and almost brutal effect of his flat, Calmuck nose. He was dressed in a plain green uniform, adorned by a single star; but his tightened waist, his stiff stock, and the elaborate attention which had evidently been bestowed upon his mustachio, denoted the military fop. The Grand Duke was accompanied by three or four stiff and stately-looking personages, in whom the severity of the martinet seemed sunk in the servility of the aide-de-camp. The Baron bowed very low to the Prince as he drew near, and his Highness, taking off his cocked-hat with an appearance of cordial condescension, made a full stop. The silent gentlemen in the rear, who had not anticipated this suspense in their promenade, almost foundered on the heels of their royal master; and, frightened at the imminency of the profanation, forgot their stiff pomp in a precipitate retreat of half a yard. “Baron,” said his Highness, “why have I not seen you at the New House?” “I have but this moment arrived, may it please your Imperial Highness.” “Your companion,” continued the Grand Duke, pointing very graciously to Vivian. “My intimate friend, my fellow-traveller, and an Englishman. May I have the honour of presenting Mr. Grey to your Imperial Highness?”