" And
Bernenstein, passing his arm through the count's, walked him
rapidly into the castle.
The Count of Luzau-Rischenheim was a young man; he was no more
versed in affairs of this kind than Bernenstein, and it cannot be
said that he showed so much aptitude for them. He was decidedly
pale this morning; his manner was uneasy, and his hands trembled.
He did not lack courage, but that rarer virtue, coolness; and the
importance--or perhaps the shame--of his mission upset the
balance of his nerves. Hardly noting where he went, he allowed
Bernenstein to lead him quickly and directly towards the room
where Rudolf Rassendyll was, not doubting that he was being
conducted to the king's presence.
"Breakfast is ordered for nine," said Bernenstein, "but he wants
to see you before. He has something important to say; and you
perhaps have the same?"
"I? Oh, no. A small matter; but--er--of a private nature."
"Quite so, quite so. Oh, I don't ask any questions, my dear
Count."
"Shall I find the king alone?" asked Rischenheim nervously.
"I don't think you'll find anybody with him; no, nobody, I
think," answered Bernenstein, with a grave and reassuring air.
They arrived now at the door.
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