So I took on myself to dismiss him, saying: "Thanks, Simon, thanks: we understand." He bowed to the queen; she roused herself, and added her thanks to mine.
Simon withdrew, looking still a little puzzled.
After we were left alone, there was a moment's silence.

Then I said: "Suppose Rupert--" The Constable of Zenda broke in with a short laugh.
"On my life," said he, "how things fall out! We say he will go to the hunting-lodge, and--he goes!" "If Rupert goes--if Rischenheim doesn't stop him!" I urged again.
The queen rose from her seat and stretched out her hands towards us.
"Gentlemen, my letter!" said she.
Sapt wasted no time.
"Bernenstein," said he, "you stay here as we arranged.

Nothing is altered.

Horses for Fritz and myself in five minutes." Bernenstein turned and shot like an arrow along the terrace towards the stables.
"Nothing is altered, madam," said Sapt, "except that we must be there before Count Rupert." I looked at my watch.

It was twenty minutes past nine.