He sat where you sit, Chevalier, wounded as you are, a fugitive from pursuit.

Even the stains and disorder of his plight could not disguise the singular beauty of the man or make one insensible to the charm of his manner.

But I forget my duties," and he rose.

"It would be as well, no doubt, if I did not wake my servants ?" he suggested.
"Count Otto," returned Wogan, with a smile, "they have their day's work to-morrow." The old man nodded, and taking a lamp from a table by the door went out of the room.
Wogan remained alone; the dog nuzzled at his hand; but it seemed to Wogan that there was another in the room besides himself and the dog.
The sleeplessness and tension of the last few days, the fatigue of his arduous journey, the fever of his wounds, no doubt, had their effect upon him.

He felt that Koenigsmarck was at his side; his eyes could almost discern a shadowy and beautiful figure; his ears could almost hear a musical vibrating voice.