And with that, he strode up to his wife, seized her hand and, casting a glance at the surrounding throng, cried in a threatening voice to those closest to him: "Whoever dares to cast a disrespectful glance upon my wife, will have to reckon with me.

Make room there!" Henrietta saw how the crowd made way, how everyone stepped aside at this word of command; she saw even the shaking widow sit down somewhere; but then everything began to grow black before her eyes and she sank swooning into the arms of the man whom, hitherto, she had hated so much, and who in this most awful moment had been her sole deliverer! When she came to again, she found herself in the carriage.

Her husband had not stayed a single instant longer in that town, but was conveying her, though it was now night time, straight to Hidvar.
It is not very advisable to travel in pitch-black darkness along mountain roads.

Henrietta could gather from the slow jolting of the coach that they were proceeding very cautiously.

She opened the window and peeped out.