Herr Johann Ignatz Leinfelder was much impressed.  This young chauffeur who spoke with such assurance was a fine, upstanding fellow, obviously strong and brave, the very kind of a man whom a prince like Auersperg would employ on a duty of such great importance.  Hence, Herr Leinfelder bowed lower than ever, when he spoke to John.

After dinner, the waiter, August, came with word that the princess was much refreshed and bade her chauffeur come to her apartments for orders.  He found her standing by a window with the watchful Suzanne hovering near, but he did not speak until the waiter withdrew and closed the door.

The paleness begat by the long weariness of the ride was gone from her face, the beautiful color flowing back in a full tide, and she stood up straight and strong.  The room was lighted by two tall candles, and the glow in John’s eyes was met by an answering glow in hers.

“You think it wise to spend the night here?” she asked.

“It seems to me that we should risk it.  In the darkness the roads will be dangerous from the melting snows.  Nor should we exhaust ourselves in the first stage of our flight.  It’s scarcely possible that any word from Zillenstein can reach Tellnitz tonight and tomorrow we’ll be far away.  What say you, Suzanne?”

“I agree, sir, with you, who are our master here,” replied Suzanne with uncommon deference.  “A start at dawn, and we can leave pursuit behind for the present at least.”

Julie smiled a little at this proof that young Scott’s conquest of her stern maid was complete.

“I’ll bid Herr Leinfelder have breakfast for us at the earliest possible moment,” he said, “and now, I think it would be better for you two to sleep, because tomorrow we may need all our strength.  You know as well as I the dangers that lie before us.”

Outside the door he was the haughty chauffeur again, the subservient servant of Auersperg, and the arrogant patron of the innkeeper and waiters.  He secured a good room for himself, in which he slept until he was called by his order at the first light of dawn, and he was assured by the manner of Herr Leinfelder that no word of the fugitives had come in the night.

“Breakfast is ready for the princess,” said the innkeeper, bowing.

John knocked at her door, and she came forth at once, followed by Suzanne, both fully dressed for the journey.

“No alarm has yet come to Tellnitz,” whispered John, as she passed.  “Remember that they think you a princess of the house of Auersperg, and that we must start in a half-hour.”

He ate his own breakfast at another table, and within the appointed time the great limousine was at the door.  Herr Leinfelder and his staff had no reason to change their belief that the lady of such manifest youth and beauty was a princess, as their chauffeur gave gratuities in truly royal style, and then whirled them away in a manner that was obviously ducal.