She then saw her husband walking along by the side of the coach with a lantern in his hand picking his way.

The coachman was sitting on the box and the heyduke was close to the carriage in order to steady it over the more difficult places.
A voice within her reproached her for hating this man so long--how could she have done it?
He had always been delicacy itself towards her, he had never demanded anything of her, and no doubt the reason why he had held back from his young wife for a time was because he would not importune her with his presence--her who had now learnt to recognize him as her sole protector! After a vast amount of jolting and tumbling about, they got at last on to a regular road again.

Here the baron halted the coach and looked inside it.

When he saw that Henrietta was awake, he asked her if she wanted anything, and whether she would allow him to sit down beside her.
Henrietta had resolved to tell her husband everything at the very first question, everything, even to her most secret enthusiasms; nay, even that which God alone could read in her heart.

But Hatszegi gave her no opportunity of doing so.
"My dear Henrietta," said he, "don't imagine for a moment that I shall trouble my head as to how you came into possession of that mysterious jewelry, or why you should have chosen them out of all your bijous to wear on this particular evening.