I was sending word to the detachment now on the road from Zillenstein to come here for Mademoiselle Lannes, her maid and you.

They're ahorse, and they should arrive in three hours and you can't possibly escape.

Before Prince Karl was compelled to leave for the theater of war he put this most important affair in my charge.

He has not yet yielded all hope of Mademoiselle Lannes." "It may be true that we can't escape, but what of yourself, Weber?
We're alone in the forest and I hold the whip hand.

The score that I owe you is large.