Sapt's revolver slipped into a handy pocket.

Rischenheim stood with arms dangling by his side and his waistcoat half unbuttoned.

Young Bernenstein was bowing low on the threshold, and protesting that the king's servant had but just gone, and that they were on the point of waiting on his Majesty.

Then the king walked in, pale and full-bearded.
"Ah, Count," said he, "I'm glad to see you.

If they had told me you were here, you shouldn't have waited a minute.