Shouts of rage were heard, several shots rang out, then all was still, and the old grenadiers dragged out five men.

Three were wounded, but they had avenged themselves, for three of the soldiers were also injured." "Was Baron von Moudenfels among the prisoners ?" asked Leonore quickly.
"Yes," replied Schulmeister, "yes, he was among them." "Then you saw him ?" "Yes, I saw him." The slow, solemn tone with which her father answered made Leonore tremble.
She looked up questioningly into his face, their eyes met, and were fixed steadily on each other.
"Why do you gaze at me so sadly and compassionately ?" asked Leonore suddenly, cowering as though in fright.
"I did not know that I was doing so," he answered gently.
"You were, you are still," she cried anxiously.

"Father, I read misfortune in your face.

You are concealing something from me! You--oh, heaven, you have news of Kolbielsky." She started up, letting the bank-notes fall unheeded to the floor, seized her father's arm with both hands, and gazed silently at him with panting breath.
He avoided her eyes, released himself almost violently from her grasp, stooped, picked up the bills and divided them into halves, putting five into his breast pocket, and giving his daughter the other five.
"Take it, my Leonore; take the magic key which will open Paradise to you!" She took the bank-notes and, with a contemptuous gesture, flung them on the floor.
"You know something of Kolbielsky," she repeated.

"Where is he?
Answer me, father, if you don't wish me to fall dead at your feet." "Yet if I do answer, poor child, what will it avail you?
He is lost, you cannot save him." She neither shrieked nor wept, she only grasped her father's arm more firmly and looked him steadily in the face.
"Where is Kolbielsky ?" she asked.