"You knew my decision, and your cousin knows it." Thus speaking, the king rose; Sapt's revolver slid into his pocket; but Lieutenant von Bernenstein drew his sword and stood at the salute; he also coughed.
"My dear Rischenheim," pursued the king more kindly, "I can allow for your natural affection.

But, believe me, in this case it misleads you.
Do me the favor not to open this subject again to me." Rischenheim, humiliated and angry, could do nothing but bow in acknowledgment of the king's rebuke.
"Colonel Sapt, see that the count is well entertained.

My horse should be at the door by now.

Farewell, Count.

Bernenstein, give me your arm." Bernenstein shot a rapid glance at the constable.