The sergeants are searching the roads; I shall summon your foresters and mine, and put them under Count Frohlinger's command.

It is his duty to aid us.

What they cannot find with their attendants, squires, beaters and hounds, is not hidden in the forest.

Your blessing, Holy Father, there is no time to lose." The abbot was alone.
He gazed thoughtfully at the coals in the fireplace, recalling everything he had just seen and heard, while his vivid power of imagination showed him the learned, unassuming man, who had spent long years in quiet seclusion, industriously devoting himself to the pursuit of knowledge.

A slight feeling of envy stole into his heart; how rarely he himself was permitted to pursue undisturbed, and without interruption, the scientific subjects, in which alone he found pleasure.
He was vexed with himself, that he could feel so little anger against a criminal, whose guilt was deserving of death, and reproached himself for lukewarmness.