"Your eyes, your nose--Arnsberg, here and alive?
Oh, this is too good to be true!" The duke reached out toward the bell, but Carmichael interposed.
"Your highness will remember," he warned.
"Ha! So you have trapped me blindly?
I begin to understand.

Who is this fellow Grumbach?
Did I offer immunity to him ?" "I am Hans Breunner, Highness, and I ask for nothing." "Breunner?
Breunner?
Hans Breunner, brother of Hermann, and you put yourself into my hands ?" The tone developed into a suppressed roar.

The duke took hold of Hans by the shoulders and drew him close.

"You dog! So you ask for nothing?
It shall be given to you.

To-morrow morning I shall have you shot! Hans Breunner! God is good to me this night! Thanks, Herr Carmichael, a thousand thanks! And I need not ask who that damnable scoundrel is who has the black face and heart of a Gipsy.