"Well, my lord," said she, turning towards him, "will you too go with me?"
"Lieutenant von Bernenstein will take care" I began. But I stopped. The slightest gesture of her hand silenced me.
"Will you go with me?" she asked Rischenheim again.
"Madame," he stammered, "Madame"
She waited. I waited also, although I had no great patience with him. Suddenly he fell on his knee, but he did not venture to take her hand. Of her own accord she came and stretched it out to him, saying sadly:
"Ah, that by forgiving I could win forgiveness!"
Rischenheim caught at her hand and kissed it.
"It was not I," I heard him mutter. "Rupert set me on, and I couldn't stand out against him."
"Will you go with me to the palace?" she asked, drawing her hand away, but smiling.
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim," I made bold to observe, "knows some things that most people do not know, madame."
She turned on me with dignity, almost with displeasure.
"The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim may be trusted to be silent," she said. "We ask him to do nothing against his cousin. We ask only his silence."
