Adrian silently beckoned to him, and led the way into his own room, where he entreated Don Luis to show him the injury.

When he saw it, his by no means mobile features blanched.
He knew that Quijada had accompanied Barbara home that night.

On this errand, he was sure of it, Don Luis must have received this serious wound at the same time as Wolf, or even obtained it from the young knight himself.

Besides, he felt certain that the object of the Emperor's love was connected with both disasters.

Yet not a word which could have resembled a question escaped his beardless lips while he examined, sewed, and bandaged the deep sword thrust with the skill and care of a surgeon.
When he had finished his task, he thanked Don Luis for the confidence reposed in him.
Quijada pressed his hand gratefully, and begged him to do his best that no one, not even the Emperor, should learn anything about this vexatious mischance.