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.”