LAND. (seeing the Major).
Hist! hist! Herr Just, Herr Just, look round; your master--

MAJ. T.
Just, I think you are quarreling! What did I tell you?

LAND.
Quarrel, your honour? God forbid! Would your most humble servant dare
to quarrel with one who has the honour of being in your service?

JUST.
If I could but give him a good whack on that cringing cat's back of
his!

LAND.
It is true Herr Just speaks up for his master, and rather warmly; but
in that he is right. I esteem him so much the more: I like him for it.

JUST.
I should like to knock his teeth out for him!

LAND.
It is only a pity that he puts himself in a passion for nothing. For I
feel quite sure that your honour is not displeased with me in this
matter, since--necessity--made it necessary--

MAJ. T.
More than enough, sir! I am in your debt; you turn out my room in my
absence. You must be paid, I must seek a lodging elsewhere. Very
natural.