He admired the great size and strength of Zillenstein, even in its decayed state, and he was confirmed in his belief that the prince and his suite inhabited the extension of the right wing.

Doubtless Julie and Suzanne should be sought there.
While he stood holding the horse one or two soldiers passing gave him scrutinizing looks, and a couple of trim Austrian maids did likewise, smiling at the same time, because John was very good looking, despite his fuzzy young beard.

He smiled back at them, as became one of his lowly station who had met with approval, and whispering to each other they passed on.

Now, he had two more new friends, and it occurred to him that these maids also might be of use to him in his great quest.

He had formed his plan and like a good general he was marshaling every possible force for its success.
While he was thinking about it, the convalescent came, a young officer, trim, slender, in a fine uniform of blue and silver.