"In these days," said he, "even queens must be careful about their letters.
We live in moral times." "You don't share the responsibility for it," said Rudolf, smiling.
"I make my little protest.

But what's your business, play-actor?
For I think you're rather tiresome." Rudolf grew grave.

He advanced towards the table, and spoke in low, serious tones.
"My lord, you're alone in this matter now.

Rischenheim is a prisoner; your rogue Bauer I encountered last night and broke his head." "Ah, you did ?" "You have what you know of in your hands.

If you yield, on my honor I will save your life." "You don't desire my blood, then, most forgiving play-actor ?" "So much, that I daren't fail to offer you life," answered Rudolf Rassendyll.