The Baron's thoughts also seemed to have drifted into a different channel. He no longer sang; he fidgeted in his chair; he even softly groaned; and at last he actually changed his attitude so far as to survey the dim form of his mother-in-law over one shoulder.
"Oh, ze devil!" he exclaimed aloud. "I am so hongry!"
"That is no reason why you should also be profane," said the Countess severely.
"I did not speak to you," retorted the Baron, and again a constrained silence fell on the room.
The Baron was the first to break it.
"Ha!" he cried. "I hear a step."
"Thank God!" exclaimed the Countess devoutly.
In the blaze of a stable lantern there entered to them Dugald M'Culloch, jailor.