Rischenheim's hand was clasped in a firm grip; he passed unwillingly but helplessly through the door.

Bernenstein followed; the door was shut.

Anton faced round on Helsing, a scornful twist on his lips.
"There was a deuced lot of mystery about nothing," said he.

"Why couldn't you say he was there ?" And without waiting for an answer from the outraged and bewildered chancellor he swung down the steps and climbed into his phaeton.
The people round were chatting noisily, delighted to have caught a glimpse of the king, speculating what brought him and the queen to my house, and hoping that they would soon come out and get into the royal carriage that still stood waiting.
Had they been able to see inside the door, their emotion would have been stirred to a keener pitch.

Rudolf himself caught Rischenheim by the arm, and without a moment's delay led him towards the back of the house.