Somebody must be sent to meet her.

But of what use would be the escort of a maid; and Kurschner was gone, and the porter not to be found! The cook was sent in one direction, the chambermaid in another, to seek a male escort for Martha.
And then there was Frau Lieutenant Beyer, our neighbour in the house, whose husband was on the general staff, asking: "How is it possible?
Everything was granted! What can have happened ?" The answer was a rattle of musketry.

We leaned out of the window, from which we could see as far as Potsdamstrasse.

What a rush there was towards the gate! Three or four men dashed down the middle of the quiet street.

The tall, bearded fellow at the head we knew well.