"Go away," said a well-known voice, which made Jos thrill, "I expect somebody; I expect my grandpapa. He mustn't see you there."
"Angel Englanderinn!" bellowed the kneeling student with the whity-brown ringlets and the large finger-ring, "do take compassion upon us. Make an appointment. Dine with me and Fritz at the inn in the park. We will have roast pheasants and porter, plum-pudding and French wine. We shall die if you don't."
"That we will," said the young nobleman on the bed; and this colloquy Jos overheard, though he did not comprehend it, for the reason that he had never studied the language in which it was carried on.
"Newmero kattervang dooze, si vous plait," Jos said in his grandest manner, when he was able to speak.

"Go away," said a well-known voice from within, which made Jos thrill. "I am expecting somebody; my grandpapa. He mustn't see you there."
"Angel Englanderinn!" bellowed the kneeling student, "do dine with us at the inn in the park. We will have roast pheasants and porter. We shall die if you don't."
"That we will," said the young nobleman on the bed. Jos overheard all this, though he did not understand the German they spoke.
