Thus it fell out that Wilhelmine returned to the Jaegerhaus towards the end of September, some four months after she had fled from Urach, and a few days since the mock marriage with Wuerben, 'ce cher Nepomuk, mon mari,' as she ironically named him to Madame de Ruth. There had been grievous storms at Stuttgart during the days succeeding his Highness's return from hunting in the Schoenbuch, that shooting expedition which had been but a pretext to leave Stuttgart and hurry to Schaffhausen, in order to hinder the celebration of the ceremony of Wilhelmine's marriage. Serenissimus returned in a mood which would brook no contradiction. He announced to the Geheimraethe, and to the court, that it was his pleasure to revive the ancient office of Landhofmeister, and that he had conferred this, the highest charge of his court, upon a Bohemian nobleman of the name of Wuerben, but that this gentleman being seriously indisposed, his lady-wife had undertaken to fulfil the various duties of Landhofmeisterin, and would reside at the Jaegerhaus. Private information came to the astonished Geheimraethe that this new evil was but the old poison with a new label; that this Countess Wuerben was the hated Graevenitzin. Bitterly they regretted their refusal of the two hundred thousand gulden, but it was too late now. To Johanna Elizabetha this announcement was made by his Highness in person and with cruel frankness. She was told that she had refused a life of ease and peace, leaving his Highness to enjoy a happiness which she herself could never have provided, and that he took this way to save himself from despair, for without Wilhelmine he would not, nay, could not, live. 'You must abide by this, Madame, and if you are peaceably disposed, and behave with becoming consideration to her Excellency the Landhofmeisterin, it will be possible for you to remain in Stuttgart,' he told her. Her Highness made no reply to this surprising speech, but immediately wrote to Stetten, imploring the Duchess-mother to come and put order into the family affairs. The dear lady arrived in high dudgeon, and according to her custom stated her opinion to Eberhard Ludwig in words he could not misunderstand. But in vain, and it was a very crestfallen, angry old lady who drove back through the fields to Stetten.