The gentlemen standing around considered it their bounden duty to congratulate the Prince on his parental felicity, who, drunk with joy, exhibited his son to them and said-- "Look how serious he is. He doesn't even cry. What a perfect little man it is!" Meanwhile Anna beckoned to Stephen Apafi, and whispered to him-- "I am sure the gentlemen will not take it ill if the Prince's family concerns and joys withdraw him for a few moments from public affairs." "Your Highness has taken the words out of my mouth," replied Stephen. "I was just about to say the same thing to the gentlemen myself;" and turning towards the courtiers, he begged them to leave the Prince for a few moments in the bosom of his family, and meanwhile withdraw into the antechamber. The gentlemen considered the request only natural, and at once retired, obsequiously giving precedence as they went to Kucsuk Pasha. No sooner did Anna find herself alone with her consort, than she took the child from his arms, gave it back to Sarah, and sent them both away. Apafi now approached her with fresh demonstrations of tenderness, but she took him by the hand, gazed earnestly into his eyes, and said-- "It is to the Prince of Transylvania that I have come!" Apafi was somewhat chilled by her steady look; but she, perceiving it, nestled closely up to him again, and said kindly-- "I was beginning to suspect that the Prince might have more need of me than the husband." Then she added with a smile full of irresistible grace--"I hope you will not misconstrue my good intentions." Apafi embraced his wife, and made her sit down by his side. The chair of state was large enough to accommodate them both. It is true that the pretty wife had to sit half upon her husband's knee, but that certainly did not inconvenience either of them. "You are right," said Apafi; "it is well that you are here. When I don't see you I always feel that I lack something. At any rate you deserve to be nearest to my heart, and I'll venture to set your judgment against the judgment of any of the gentlemen surrounding me." "Who are all these gentlemen?" asked Anna. "You must know them all by name. The lanky man is Ladislaus Csaky, who offers me his son as a page." "He loses no time about it! A very little while ago the lad was John Kemeny's page." Apafi began to look glum. "The man with the large moustaches is Gabriel Haller." Anna smote her hands together in amazement. "What! he here too?" "What have you to find fault with in him?" "I'll tell you. He has always been the spy of your enemies. He brought Kemeny the first tidings of your installation, and of Kucsuk Pasha's arrival at Segesvar." Apafi's features grew still darker. "And I have invited the gentleman to dinner!" he murmured between his teeth. "And why are Messrs. Nalaczi and Daczo so familiar with you? Do they want anything?" "They are my faithful followers, who have stood by my side from the very first."