Leonard advised Henrietta to go and sleep--and she really was very sleepy--while he went to the stables to see to the horses.
It was about midnight when he returned.

He looked very tired, like one who has had a great deal of bustling about.

He was alone in the drawing room, so he stirred up the fire, lit a cigar and waited in silence.
At half past two Mr.Gerzson rang the gate-bell; he entered the drawing-room very boisterously like one resolved to wake up the whole house.

A little coffer hung upon his stunted arm, in the other hand he carried a double-barrelled gun, and from a pouch, fastened by straps to his shoulder, peeped forth two four-barrelled pistols.
"Why, plague take it!" laughed Hatszegi, "you are armed for a whole guerilla warfare." "No more than Fatia Negra deserves," replied Mr.Gerzson with a sombre grimace.

"Is your wife up and dressed ?" "I fancy she lay down ready dressed." "All the better.