his manner was uneasy, and his hands trembled. He did not lack courage, but that rarer virtue, coolness; and the importance—or perhaps the shame—of his mission upset the balance of his nerves. Hardly noting where he went, he allowed Bernenstein to lead him quickly and directly towards the room where Rudolf Rassendyll was, not doubting that he was being conducted to the King's presence.
"Breakfast is ordered for nine," said Bernenstein, "but he wants to see you before. He has something important to say; and you perhaps have the same?"
"I? Oh, no. A small matter; but—er—of a private nature."
"Quite so, quite so. Oh, I don't ask any questions, my dear Count."
"Shall I find the King alone?" asked Rischenheim nervously.
"I don't think you'll find anybody with him: no, nobody, I think," answered Bernenstein with a grave and reassuring air.
They had arrived now at the door. Here Bernenstein paused.
"I am ordered to wait outside till His Majesty summons me," he said in a low voice, as though he feared that the irritable King would hear him. "I'll open the door and announce you. Pray keep him in a good temper, for all our sakes." And he flung
