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113 rode gaily home. ‘For six mortal weeks, the bears and boars had a holiday. The houses of Koeldwethout and Swillenhausen were united; the spears rusted; and the baron’s bugle grew hoarse for lack of blowing. ‘Those were great times for the four-and-twenty; but, alas! their high and palmy days had taken boots to themselves, and were already walking off. ‘“My dear,” said the baroness. ‘“My love,” said the baron. ‘“Those coarse, noisy men--” ‘“Which, ma’am?” said the baron, starting. ‘The baroness pointed, from the window at which they stood, to the courtyard beneath, where the unconscious Lincoln greens were taking a copious stirrup-cup, preparatory to issuing forth after a boar or two. ‘“My hunting train, ma’am,” said the baron. ‘“Disband them, love,” murmured the baroness. ‘“Disband them!” cried the baron, in amazement. ‘“To please me, love,” replied the baroness. ‘“To please the devil, ma’am,” answered the baron. ‘Whereupon the baroness uttered a great cry, and swooned away at the baron’s feet. ‘What could the baron do? He called for the lady’s maid, and roared for the doctor; and then, rushing into the yard, kicked the two Lincoln greens who were the most used to it, and cursing the others all round, bade them go--but never mind where. I don’t know the German for it, or I would put it delicately that way. ‘It is not for me to say by what means, or by what degrees, some |
