Often I seem to see him as he stood there, tall, straight, and stately, the king a man's fancy paints when he reads of great monarchs who flourished long ago in the springtime of the world.
Sapt's step crunched on the gravel.

Rudolf heard it and turned his head.
He saw Sapt, and he saw me also behind Sapt.

He smiled composedly and brightly, but he did not move from where he was.

He held out both hands towards the constable and caught him in their double grasp, still smiling down in his face.

I was no nearer to reading his decision, though I saw that he had reached a resolution that was immovable and gave peace to his soul.