Besides, it was necessary to set Franz's arm, and Stephen also required attention, though happily he was not seriously hurt.
The servants, who during the fight had left us in the lurch, now came forward to help.
While one went to fetch a surgeon, others temporarily refixed the shattered door, and washed the blood-stains from the stairs.
Rakoczy bound the arm of the valiant Franz, who, after receiving the thanks and praises of the ladies, was taken to his room.
We persuaded Stephen to lie down on a couch, where the baroness herself washed his wounds, while Theresa prepared a cooling drink for him.
As soon as the surgeon had paid his visit, the ladies retired, and Rakoczy and I took it upon ourselves to watch through the remainder of the night.
We did not think it likely that the rioters would return; still it was possible, and we resolved upon leaving nothing to chance.
My brother, weakened by loss of blood, had fallen asleep; the servants, with the exception of two posted as guards over the broken door, had gone to bed; the house was quite still.
Rakoczy walked to and fro very softly, so as not to disturb Stephen, and I stood at one of the windows thinking of the yellow-haired fräulein and the dashing young leader of the insurgents.
The hours dragged by very slowly, but daylight came at last, and I immediately sent one of the servants into the streets for news.