There the priest exchanged clothes with Gerzson and resumed his clerical attire.
"Nothing can detain us now," said the priest, "you can procure post horses here and return home, but I go in an opposite direction." "Whither ?" "The world is wide.

Do not trouble yourself about me.

In a month's time we shall meet again." "Where ?" "At this very place." The priest hastily quitted Gerzson and returned towards the forest, while the latter went on to the little town, where he speedily got post horses.
When now he found himself sitting all safe and sound, in the carriage, it suddenly struck him how remarkably odd it was that he and the parson should have actually fled away from a non-existent danger.

How they would laugh at him from one end of the kingdom to the other! Suppose Henrietta had been playing a practical joke upon him! But then, on the other hand, Henrietta was not of that sort--so he consoled himself.
But there was another thing which bothered him a good deal.

The coachman had been left behind with the four horses and would not know what to make of the disappearance of his master and the priest.