Rudolf stood for all the joy in her life, and Rudolf had gone to fight with the Count of Hentzau.

What wonder that she saw him, as it were, dead?
Yet still she would have it that, in his seeming death, all men hailed him for their king.

Well, it was her love that crowned him.
As they reached the city, she grew more composed, being persuaded by Bernenstein that nothing in her bearing must rouse suspicion.

Yet she was none the less resolved to seek Mr.Rassendyll at once.

In truth, she feared even then to find him dead, so strong was the hold of her dream on her; until she knew that he was alive she could not rest.
Bernenstein, fearful that the strain would kill her, or rob her of reason, promised everything; and declared, with a confidence which he did not feel, that beyond doubt Mr.Rassendyll was alive and well.
"But where--where ?" she cried eagerly, with clasped hands.
"We're most likely, madam, to find him at Fritz von Tarlenheim's," answered the lieutenant.