"By that treaty, France and Great Britain granted and promised Germany an immense colonial empire, the empire which she does not at present possess and which has become a necessity to her, in these times, to ensure her greatness." "And what did England demand as a set-off against that empire?" "The limitation of the German fleet." "And France?" "Alsace and Lorraine." The Emperor leant against the table in silent thought. Lupin continued: "Everything was ready. The cabinets of Paris and London had been sounded and had consented. The thing was practically done. The great treaty of alliance was on the point of being concluded. It would have laid the foundations of a definite and universal peace. The death of your father destroyed that sublime dream. But I ask Your Imperial Majesty, what will your people think, what will the world think, when it knows that Frederick III., one of the heroes of 1870, a German, a pure and loyal German, respected by all, generally admired for his nobility of character, agreed to the restitution of Alsace-Lorraine and therefore considered that restitution just?" He was silent for an instant leaving the problem to fix itself in its precise terms before the Emperor's conscience, before his conscience as a man, a son and a sovereign. Then he concluded: "Your Imperial Majesty yourself must know whether you wish or do not wish history to record the existence of that treaty. As for me, Sire, you can see that my humble personality counts for very little in the discussion." A long pause followed upon Lupin's words. He waited, with his soul torn with anguish. His whole destiny was at stake, in this minute which he had conceived and, in a manner, produced with such effort and such stubbornness, an historic minute, born of his brain, in which "his humble personality," for all that he might say, weighed heavily upon the fate of empires and the peace of the world. Opposite him, in the shadow, Cæsar stood meditating. What answer would he make? What solution would he give to the problem? He walked across the cell for a few moments, which to Lupin seemed interminable. Then he stopped and asked: "Are there any other conditions?" "Yes, Sire, but they are insignificant." "Name them." "I have found the son of the Grand-duke of Zweibrucken-Veldenz. The grand-duchy must be restored to him." "Anything else?" "He loves a young girl, who loves him in her turn. She is the fairest and the most virtuous of her sex. He must marry her." "Anything else?" "That is all." "There is nothing more?" "Nothing. Your majesty need only have this letter delivered to the editor of the _Grand Journal_, who will then destroy, unread, the article which he may now receive at any moment." Lupin held out the letter, with a heavy heart and a trembling hand. If the Emperor took it, that would be a sign of his acceptance.