You're very dark in here, Sapt.

Why don't you draw back the curtains ?" and the king moved towards the curtain behind which Rudolf was.
"Allow me, sire," cried Sapt, darting past him and laying a hand on the curtain.
A malicious gleam of pleasure shot into Rischenheim's eyes.

"In truth, sire," continued the constable, his hand on the curtain, "we were so interested in what the count was saying about his dogs--" "By heaven, I forgot!" cried the king.

"Yes, yes, the dogs.

Now tell me, Count--" "Your pardon, sire," put in young Bernenstein, "but breakfast waits." "Yes, yes.