But I would not look at Bernenstein, fearing to acknowledge even with my eyes how my mind jumped with his.

He was bolder, or less scrupulous--which you will.
"Yes, if we can shut Bauer's mouth." he went on.
"The queen's waiting for the carriage," I interrupted snappishly.
"Ah, yes, of course, the carriage," and he twisted me round till I was forced to look him in the face.

Then he smiled, and even laughed a little.
"Only Bauer now!" said he.
"And Rupert," I remarked sourly.
"Oh, Rupert's dead bones by now," he chuckled, and with that he went out of the hall door and announced the queen's approach to her servants.
It must be said for young Bernenstein that he was a cheerful fellow-conspirator.

His equanimity almost matched Rudolf's own; I could not rival it myself.
I drove to the palace with the queen and my wife, the other two following in a second carriage.

I do not know what they said to one another on the way, but Bernenstein was civil enough to his companion when I rejoined them.