I approached him, but for several moments he did not speak.

Again he motioned to me, and, resting my hand on the arm of his chair, I bent my head close down to his.

He glanced again at the queen, seeming afraid that she would hear what he wished to say.
"Fritz," he whispered at last, "as soon as it's fairly dark I must get away.

Bernenstein will come with me.

You must stay here." "Where can you go ?" "To the lodge.