All that Henrietta observed, however, was that her carriage stood still for a moment, and then Hatszegi's carriage went on in front, the baron himself seizing the horses' reins and shouting to the coachman behind him: "After me as hard as you can tear!" With that they left the road and plunged right across country through ditches and swamps and low, marshy ground till the water came up to the very axles of the wheels and Clementina shrieked that they were perishing.

But there was no need to be afraid.

Hatszegi was a skilful coachman, who could ever find his way even where there was no way at all.

About a four hours' journey off, a pump now became visible, and beyond it a little hut loomed white and high, there they must seek a refuge from the tempest as it passed over them.

And indeed they had only just reached the small courtyard when the first lumps of ice as big as nuts, began bombarding the windows of the carriages.
"Quick, quick, into the house!" cried Hatszegi.