"Bemenstein," said he, "you stay here as we arranged. Nothing is altered. Horses for Fritz and myself in five minutes."
Bernenstein turned and shot like an arrow along the terrace towards the stables.
"Nothing is altered, madame," said Sapt, "except that we must be there before Count Rupert."
I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes past nine. Simon's cursed chatter had lost a quarter of an hour. I opened my lips to speak. A glance from Sapt's eyes told me that he discerned what I was about to say. I was silent.
"You'll be in time?" asked the Queen, with clasped hands and frightened eyes.
"Assuredly, madame," returned Sapt with a bow.
"You won't let him reach the King?"
"Why, no, madame," said Sapt with a smile.
"From my heart, gentlemen," she said in a trembling voice, "from my heart"
"Here are the horses," cried Sapt. He snatched her hand, brushed it with his grizzly moustache, and—well, I am not sure I heard, and I can hardly believe what I think I heard; but I will set it down for what it is worth. I think he said, "Bless your sweet face, we'll do it." At any rate she drew back with a little cry of surprise, and I saw the tears standing in her eyes. I kissed her
