"As soon as I have had some lunch. I am very hungry. Eating upon the train made me feel ill."
"Let me put you into your carriage, and, if you will wait a minute for me, I will give the order and escort you to the inn."
He piloted her through the dirt, seated her in her carriage with a few words to the driver, whose manner at once became more respectful, and, having returned to the stable-keeper, soon rejoined her, and in a few minutes they were seated, side by side, clattering through black, gluey mud, among swarms and swarms of excited people, who thronged the streets in dense crowds.
"What quantities of people," she said wonderingly, glad to have something upon which she could remark naturally. "I never knew that such a place could be so thickly populated."
"Oh," he answered, with a certain frigid reluctance, "it is not always like this. To-day is exceptional. These are sightseers."
"Indeed!" she replied, anxious only to avert silence, "what was the sight they have come to see?"
There was a perceptible pause before he replied: "An execution."
She grew crimson, and flashed a look at him. He was staring in the opposite direction. "Was it—was it Cravatz?" she asked, under her breath.
"It was." The words seemed to issue from a steel trap.
"Then you are free?" she breathed.