Light a lantern, and arm yourself with a stout cudgel, while I am putting on my pattens.

If Ludwig should get angry, I shall be on hand to pacify him.

If only the dear Lord will spare his life! Oh, hasten, hasten, my good Henry!" "He will shoot me dead; I know it.

But let him, in God's name! I do it at your command, madame.

If madame is really determined to go herself for the doctor, then we will take the carriage." "No, indeed! Ludwig would hear the sound of wheels, and know what we were doing.