hand also; then we mounted, and we started, and we rode, as if the devil were behind us, for the hunting-lodge.
But I turned once to watch her standing on the terrace, with young Bernenstein's tall figure beside her.
"Can we be in time?" said I. It was what I had meant to say before.
"I think not, but by God we'll try," said Colonel Sapt.
And I knew why he had not let me speak.
Suddenly there was a sound behind us of a horse at the gallop. Our heads flew round in the ready apprehension of men on a perilous errand. The hoofs drew near, for the unknown rode with reckless haste.
"We had best see what it is," said the Constable, pulling up.
A second more, and the horseman was beside us. Sapt swore an oath, half in amusement, half in vexation.
"Why, is it you, James?" I cried.
"Yes, sir," answered Rudolf Rassendyll's servant.
"What the devil do you want?" asked Sapt.
"I came to attend on the Count von Tarlenheim, sir."
"I did not give you any orders, James."
"No, sir. But Mr. Rassendyll told me not to leave you, unless you sent me away. So I made haste to follow you."
Then Sapt cried:
