Sapt went to the king's apartments, and asked the physician whether his Majesty were sleeping well.

Receiving reassuring news of the royal slumbers, he proceeded to the quarters of the king's body-servant, knocked up the sleepy wretch, and ordered breakfast for the king and the Count of Luzau-Rischenheim at nine o'clock precisely, in the morning-room that looked out over the avenue leading to the entrance to the new chateau.

This done, he returned to the room where Rudolf was, carried a chair into the passage, bade Rudolf lock the door, sat down, revolver in hand, and himself went to sleep.
Young Bernenstein was in bed just now, taken faint, and the constable himself was acting as his substitute; that was to be the story, if a story were needed.

Thus the hours from two to six passed that morning in the castle of Zenda.
At six the constable awoke and knocked at the door; Rudolf Rassendyll opened it.
"Slept well ?" asked Sapt.
"Not a wink," answered Rudolf cheerfully.
"I thought you had more nerve." "It wasn't want of nerve that kept me awake," said Mr.Rassendyll.
Sapt, with a pitying shrug, looked round.

The curtains of the window were half-drawn.