"Come, let us carry him in." He, Sapt and I lifted Rudolf and bore him across the gravel terrace and into the little saloon.

We passed the queen.

She was leaning on Rischenheim's arm, and held my wife's hand.

We laid Rudolf down on a couch.

Outside I heard Bernenstein say, "Pick up that fellow and carry him somewhere out of sight." Then he also came in, followed by a crowd.
He sent them all to the door, and we were left alone, waiting for the surgeon.