“You see,” pursued Rupert, “it’s not likely that they’ll do you any harm.”
“I’ll risk anything.”
“Most gallant gentleman! At the worst they’ll only keep you a prisoner. Well, if you’re not back in a couple of hours, I shall draw my conclusions. I shall know that there’s a king in Strelsau.”
“But where shall I look for the king?”
“Why, first in the palace, and secondly at Fritz von Tarlenheim’s. I expect you’ll find him at Fritz’s, though.”
“Shall I go there first, then?”
“No. That would be seeming to know too much.”
“You’ll wait here?”
“Certainly, cousin—unless I see cause to move, you know.”
“And I shall find you on my return?”