And I am pleased to tell Your Highness that the spell she casts is not alone her beauty, but even more her pure soul." Auersperg laughed in an ugly fashion.
"Youth! Youth!" he exclaimed.

"I see that the spell is upon you, even more than it is upon von Arnheim.

But dismiss her from your thoughts.
You go a prisoner into Germany, and it's not likely that you'll ever see her again." Young Scott felt a sinking of the heart, but he was not one to show it.
"Prisoners may escape," he said boldly, "and what has been done once can always be done again." "We shall see that it does not happen a second time in your case.

Von Arnheim will dispose of you for the night, and even if you should succeed in stealing from the chateau there is around it a ring of German sentinels through which you could not possibly break." Some strange kink appeared suddenly in John's brain--he was never able to account for it afterward, though Auersperg's manner rasped him terribly.
"I mean to escape," he said, "and I wager you two to one that I do." Auersperg sat down and laughed, laughed in a way that made John's face turn red.

Then he beckoned to von Arnheim.
"Take him away," he said.