With a deprecatory gesture Dugald arrested them.
"I will bring your supper fery soon," said he.
"Here ?" gasped the Countess.
"It is the master's orders." "Tell him I vill have him ponished mit ze law, if he does not let me come out!" roared the Baron.
Their jailor was courtesy itself; but it was in their prison that they supped--a silent meal, and very plain.

And, bitterest pill of all, they were further informed that in their prison they must pass the night.
"In ze same room!" cried the Baron frantically.

"Impossible! Improper!" Even his mother-in-law's solicitude shrank from this vigil; but with unruffled consideration for their comfort their guardian and his assistants made up two beds forthwith.

The Baron, subdued to a fierce and snarling moodiness, watched their preparations with a lurid eye.
"Put not zat bed so near ze door," he snapped.
In his ear his jailor whispered, "That one's for you, sir, and dinna put off your clothes!" The Baron started, and from that moment his air of resignation began to affront the Countess as deeply as his previous violence.

When they were again alone, stretched in black darkness each upon their couch, she lifted up her voice in a last word of protest-- "Rudolph! have you no single feeling for me left?
Why didn't you stab that man ?" But the Baron merely retorted with a lifelike affectation of snoring..