Sapt uncovered, and we stood waiting, Flavia keeping by me and laying her hand on my arm.
"It is one of the gentlemen killed in the quarrel, I expect," she said.
I beckoned to a groom.
"Ride and ask whom they escort," I ordered.
He rode up to the servants, and I saw him pass on to the gentleman who rode behind.
"It's Rupert of Hentzau," whispered Sapt.
Rupert it was, and directly afterwards, waving to the procession to stand still, Rupert trotted up to me.

He was in a frock-coat, tightly buttoned, and trousers.

He wore an aspect of sadness, and he bowed with profound respect.

Yet suddenly he smiled, and I smiled too, for old Sapt's hand lay in his left breast-pocket, and Rupert and I both guessed what lay in the hand inside the pocket.
"Your Majesty asks whom we escort," said Rupert.

"It is my dear friend, Albert of Lauengram." "Sir," said I, "no one regrets the unfortunate affair more than I.My ordinance, which I mean to have obeyed, is witness to it." "Poor fellow!" said Flavia softly, and I saw Rupert's eyes flash at her.
Whereat I grew red; for, if I had my way, Rupert Hentzau should not have defiled her by so much as a glance.