It had come like a cynic's warning across the scene of mock triumph, and went swiftly as it had come, leaving behind it a reminder of our peril.

I felt suddenly sick at heart, and almost cried out to the people to have done with their silly shouting.
At last we got away.

The plea of fatigue met all visitors who made their way to the door and sought to offer their congratulations; it could not disperse the crowd that hung persistently and contentedly about, ringing us in the palace with a living fence.

We still heard their jests and cheers when we were alone in the small saloon that opens on the gardens.
My wife and I had come here at Rudolf's request; Bernenstein had assumed the duty of guarding the door.

Evening was now falling fast, and it grew dark.