"I've had a letter from papa, Othomar." "From papa?" "Yes.... Have you never thought of ... Valérie?" He reflected for a second: "Perhaps," he laughed. "Do you feel no affection for her?" "Certainly, aunt.... I thought papa preferred the Grand-duchess Xenia?" The queen shrugged her shoulders: "There's the question of her religion, you know. And papa would be just as glad of an Austrian alliance.... How do you propose to make the journey? And when do you start?" "Ducardi and the others will be here this week. Towards the end of the week. First to Copenhagen, London, Brussels, Berlin and then to Vienna." "And to Sigismundingen." "Yes, Sigismundingen, if papa wishes." "But what do you wish, Othomar?" He looked at her gently, smiling, shrugged his shoulders: "But, aunt, what wish have I in the matter?" "Could you grow fond of Valérie?" "I think so, aunt; I think she is very sweet and very capable and thorough." "Yes, that she certainly is, Othomar! Would you not speak to her before you go?" "Aunt...." "Why shouldn't you?" "Aunt, I can't do that. I am only staying a few days longer, and ..." "Well?" "Valérie has had a great sorrow. She cannot but still be suffering under it. Think, aunt, it was yesterday. Good God, yesterday!... And to-day she was so calm, so natural.... But it must be so, mustn't it? She must still be suffering very severely. She went on the sea this morning, in this weather: we don't know, do we, aunt, but we all think the same thing! Perhaps we are quite mistaken. Things are often different from what they seem. But, however that may be, she is certainly in distress. And so I can't ask her, now...." "It's a pity, as you're here together. A thing of this sort is often settled at a distance. If it was arranged here, you would perhaps not need to make the journey." "But, aunt, papa was so bent upon it!" "That's true; but then nothing was yet decided." "No, aunt, let me make the journey. For in any case it's impossible to arrange things here. If papa himself asked me, I should tell him ... that it was impossible." "Papa does ask you, Othomar, in his letter to me." He seized her hands: "Aunt, in that case, write to him and say that it's impossible, at this moment ... oh, impossible, impossible! Let us spare her, aunt. If she becomes my wife, she will still become so while she loves another. Will that not be terrible enough for her, when it is decided months hence? Therefore let us spare her now. You feel that too, as a woman, don't you? There are no affairs of state that make it necessary for my marriage to take place in such a hurry." "Yet papa wishes you to marry as soon as possible. He wants a grandson...." He made no reply; a look of suffering passed over his face. The queen perceived it: "But you're right," she replied, giving way. "It would be too cruel. Valérie, I may tell you, is bearing up wonderfully. That's how a future Empress of Liparia ought to be...."