Drain your flask, Fritz, for heaven's sake, boy!" Fritz did as he was bid.
"We're an hour early," said Sapt.

"We'll send word forward for your Majesty's arrival, for there'll be no one here to meet us yet.

And meanwhile--" "Meanwhile," said I, "the King'll be hanged if he doesn't have some breakfast." Old Sapt chuckled, and held out his hand.
"You're an Elphberg, every inch of you," said he.

Then he paused, and looking at us, said quietly, "God send we may be alive tonight!" "Amen!" said Fritz von Tarlenheim.
The train stopped.

Fritz and Sapt leapt out, uncovered, and held the door for me.