"You rejoiced at war not long ago," said Lady Regina to Ketchen, assuming a calmness which she did not feel in her agitated heart.
"Oh, yes, at the handsome young knights; the feasts and music, but not at this!" exclaimed the crying Ketchen.
"The Scots retreat!" exclaimed another of the girls.
"Yes," replied the reflecting count, "but the Swedes have begun to cross the river in boats."
"The Scots are returning to the attack."
"Just as I imagined," said the count calmly.
"God preserve us! they have succeeded; they are now on this side. Our troops attack them."
"Lady Regina, do not expose yourself so much at the window. The Swedes may aim their cannon at the turret."
"Count, do you fear?" Regina smiled as she said this.
Lichtenstein coloured up.