"No, it must not be known where you are. If we bring back Karl wounded, a room must be ready for him, and a surgeon ready. Also, his arrival would cause agitation to your sister, scarcely well again, or to your grandmother, whose age must be taken into consideration."
"What time shall we get back?"
"I don't know, but we may be expected at four in the morning. You hear, Hans? And if they fear for your young mistress—"
"You will answer," said Lenhart, "that they may be easy, because Benedict Turpin is with her."
"You hear, dear Helen. I am ready when you are."
"Let us go," she said, "and not lose a minute. My God! when I think that he may be there, perhaps lying on the earth under some tree or bush, bleeding from two or three wounds, and calling on me with his dying voice for help!" and in high agitation she went on: "I am coming, dear Karl, I am coming!"
Lenhart whipped up his horses, and the carriage went off as quickly as the wind and as noisily as thunder.