Having no alternative, he curtly assented, and was somewhat soothed as he
saw old Count von Montfort, who was still standing beside Els, engaged in
an animated conversation with her. His daughter's presence was probably
due to that of the guests quartered in his home, especially Cordula,
whom, since she disturbed the peace of his quiet household night after
night, he regarded as the personification of restlessness and reckless
freedom. He would have preferred to pass her unnoticed, but she had
clung to his arm and was trying, with coaxing graciousness, to soften his
indignation by gaily relating how she had come here and what had detained
her and her companions. But Ernst Ortlieb, who would usually have been
very susceptible to such an advance from a young and aristocratic lady,
could not now succeed in smoothing his brow. In his excitement he was
not even able to grasp the meaning of the story she related merrily,
though with well-feigned contrition. While listening to her with one
ear, he was straining the other to catch what Sir Seitz Siebenburg was
saying to his father-in-law, Casper Eysvogel.

He gathered from Countess Cordula's account that she had succeeded in
playing some bold prank in connection with Els and the Swiss knight Heinz
Schorlin, and the words "the Mustache" was whispering to his father-in-
law-the direction of his glance betrayed it--also referred to Els and the
Swiss. But the less Herr Ernst heard of this conversation the more
painfully it excited his already perturbed spirit.

Suddenly his pleasant features, which, on account of the lady at his
side, he had hitherto forced to wear a gracious aspect, assumed an
expression which filled the reckless countess with grave anxiety, and
urged the terrified Els, who had not turned her eyes from him, to a hasty
resolution. That was her father's look when on the point of an outbreak
of fury, and at this hour, surrounded by these people, he must not allow