At the very instant of my dilemma I chanced to see a soberly-clad old townsman hustled between two helpless women of the crowd, his pipe in his mouth, and his hat, wig, and handkerchief sliding over his face, showing his bald crown, and he not daring to cry out, for fear his pipe should be trodden under foot.
'He can, your Highness.' Her quick eyes caught the absurd scene.

She turned to one of her ladies and touched her forehead.

Her hand was reached out to me; Temple she patted on the shoulder.
'He can--ja: du auch.' A grand gentleman rode up.

They whispered, gazed at the tent, and appeared to speak vehemently.

All the men's faces were foreign: none of them had the slightest resemblance to my father's.