Rudolf walked to the window and seemed to lose himself for a moment in the contemplation of the quiet night.

There were no more than a few stragglers in the street now; the moon shone white and clear on the empty square.
"I should like to walk up and down outside and think it over," he said, turning to us; and, as Bernenstein sprang up to accompany him, he added, "No.

Alone." "Yes, do," said old Sapt, with a glance at the clock, whose hands were now hard on two o'clock.

"Take your time, lad, take your time." Rudolf looked at him and broke into a smile.
"I'm not your dupe, old Sapt," said he, shaking his head.

"Trust me, if I decide to get away, I'll get away, be it what o'clock it will." "Yes, confound you!" grinned Colonel Sapt.
So he left us, and then came that long time of scheming and planning, and most persistent eye-shutting, in which occupations an hour wore its life away.