'I must go--I must leave you--sinon je suis perdu--sinon je suis perdu,'--and so they wrangled, and exclaimed, and implored for an hour. 'Your last word then is: Go, woman who has loved me for twenty years!' she said bitterly at last. 'Yes? Well, then, hear me: I will not go!--never, do you hear? We belong together, you and I. All this is some madness of yours, which will pass. Come back to me to-morrow and tell me so, then all will be well. It is well, do you hear? You are maddened, distraught----' 'This is my last word: Retire to one of your castles. I leave you your properties and your title, but Ludwigsburg must see you no more.' She laughed in defiance. 'I will not go till you drive me forth at the point of the bayonet. Your friend, the King of Prussia, can teach you bayonet drill, and you can practise it on my heart.' Then he rode away from La Favorite, his horse's hoofs outraging the peaceful dew. * * * * * Directly Serenissimus had ridden away, as if in defiance of impending fate, the Landhofmeisterin sent to summon the officers of the Secret Service. She would work, give commands, according to her wont. The officers tarried, and her Excellency waited in her yellow-hung salon. Would they dare, the creeping spies--dare to disobey her? she wondered. She passed out on to the terrace and glanced down the chestnut avenue. With a feeling of relief she recognised one of the Secret Service officers. He was hurrying to La Favorite as fast as, in other days, they and all the world had hastened to do her bidding. She re-entered her sitting-room and, seating herself at her bureau, began to draft a ducal manifesto. The door opened, and, to her surprise, not the Secret Service officer whom she had thought to recognise, but a very inferior official, a mere spy, entered. He walked in without removing his hat, and came close up to the Graevenitz. 'What will you give me for my information?' he said roughly. 'What do you mean? You have come to report, I suppose; though why my chief officer, Jacoble, sends you, I do not know,' she returned haughtily. He leaned his hand on the bureau beside her. 'I have information which may save your life, but you must pay me for it.' She rang her handbell. 'My lackeys will show you how I pay the insolent,' she said. 'Your lackeys! There will not be one left in your house in an hour's time,' he sneered. Her face had grown ashen grey; even through her paint the death-like colour showed. 'What are you saying?' she cried hoarsely. 'Here, take my purse, all you will--but tell me quickly--quick, man, tell me!' At the sight of the heavy golden purse the spy's face and manner changed. 'Serenissimus fell fainting from his horse in the village of Marbach. They cannot rouse him; the doctors say he will never awaken. They carry him to Ludwigsburg to die. No one has remembered you yet, but when they do----!' he flung out his arm in a crushing gesture.