It was a long time to wait, but at last they appeared, and I confess that I nearly fell down against the wall when I saw them.
There they were on their horses, moving cautiously down the narrow way above me.

First came the count, sitting in his saddle as though he were at the head of his old regiment, his great gray moustaches standing out fiercely from his severe wooden face.

Then came Hedwig, whom I had not seen for a long time, looking as white and sorrowful as the angel of death, in a close black dress, or habit, so that her golden hair was all the colour there was to be seen about her.
But the third rider,--there was no mistaking that thin, erect figure, dressed in the affectation of youth; those fresh pink cheeks, with the snowy moustache, and the thick white hair showing beneath the jaunty hat; the eagle nose and the bright eyes.

Baron Benoni, and no other.
My first instinct was to hide myself; but before I could retreat Benoni recognised me, even with my old clothes.

Perhaps they are not so much older than the others, compared with his fashionable garments.
He made no sign as the three rode by; only I could see by his eyes, that were fixed angrily upon me, that he knew me, and did not wish to show it.