The coachman was already in the front seat, the countess and her child had taken their places, and the two armed servants and Stanislas were standing behind, in readiness to jump on to a board fastened above the runners.
"I must apologize for keeping you waiting, countess," Charlie said as he ran up.

"I had to explain to my friends, in a few words, how this had all come about." "We are also longing to know," the count said.

"But I have not yet introduced you to my wife, nor have I learned the name of the gentleman to whom I owe so much." "Ah, sir," the young countess said, holding out her hand after Charlie had given his name, "what do we not owe you?
I shall never forget it all, never." "We will talk when we have started, Feodora.

Let us get out of this forest as soon as we can." He took his place beside his wife, and set the child on his knees; his brother and Charlie sitting opposite to him.

The servants spread a bearskin rug over their knees, and then jumped into their places, as the driver cracked his whip, and the horses started.
"You must think us almost mad to be driving through the forest, at this time of the year," the count said to Charlie.