Max's eyes are in a bad state. He has laid aside his little mannerisms and is solemnly stumbling about his room, and gravely apologizing to lamp-posts and brick walls. He is even obliged to resort to a big magnifying glass to read his sweetheart's letters. At a café his affliction causes him to kiss a strange lady in place of his own divinity. A fencing master sitting at an adjoining table insists that the matter can only be settled by a duel. What happens at the duel is too funny for words, but when you see the film you will laugh heartily.