"I say de Latte," he observed, "you're looking about as verdant as that over-sized atlas on my desk over there, old garden gnome. You know. The one with the green Morocco leather binding." From his position on the chaise, de Latte replied with a faint groan and, without comment, adjusted the folded handkerchief that was shading his eyes.
"De Latte!" exclaimed von Tschatschke. His guest did not stir. "Very well then," he said with resignation, "I'll issue my orders first, and then we can see about yours later." A second moan came from the direction of the chaise in the corner of the drawing room.
"Was that a yes, old sundial?" asked von Tschatschke. Another moan from the chaise. "Fine then," said von Tschatschke with growing impatience. "Though it beats me what those chambermaids see in you!" From the chaise in the corner came a third moan.
"Rii-ight!" said General von Tschatschke curtly. "Your behavior is frightfully dramatic, old maze. Frightfully dramatic!" From the chaise, a strange silence. Von Tschatschke waited a moment in anticipation of another sound from his comatose guest -- a grunt, a groan, something -- before he continued. "Here are my immediate orders, then, for Turn Seven, old reflection pool."
2) My Leib (Grand Duchess Sonja's Own) Grenadiers and my single company of the Wolmar-Bock Regiment, behind earthworks just to their left, will unleash volleys of musketry on any of your troops who advance closer than 12".
3) The Jaeger zu Fuss cut off in Eisepicke Village, will continue picking off your Electoral Pioneers, the closest of whom are just 3" distant.
4) My 2nd (Von Laurenz) Musketeers and the second company of my engineer battalion, which has been stationed behind earthworks on the northern edge of Neu Sittangbad, will continue their withdrawal from the town and cross the river as soon as possible.
"I say, de Latte? Did you get any of that, old decorative fountain?" From the chaise came a weak voice.
"That's something of an understatement if ever I've heard one, old gazebo," answered General von Tschatschke in utter disbelief. His guest paused for a moment, rubbed his left temple gingerly with the fingers on his left hand, and spoke again.
"And von Tschatschke? Do ask those dragonflies to stop beating their wings so loudly," requested General de Latte, "I have an absolutely splitting headache!"