"And as what are you here, Countess?" "As maid of honor." "And what is that?" "Being attached to the queen's person; or what, in your part of the country, would be called a companion!" "Indeed! And is your father willing to let them use you that way?" Countess Irma, who was somewhat annoyed by her questions, said: "I wished to ask you something--can you write?" "I once could, but I've quite forgotten how." "Then I've just hit it! that's the very reason for my coming here. Now, whenever you wish to write home, you can dictate your letter to me, and I will write whatever you tell me to." "I could have done that, too," suggested Mademoiselle Kramer, timidly; "and your ladyship would not have needed to trouble yourself." "No, the countess will write for me. Shall it be now?" "Certainly." But Walpurga had to go to the child. While she was in the next room, Countess Irma and Mademoiselle Kramer engaged each other in conversation. When Walpurga returned, she found Irma, pen in hand, and at once began to dictate. "Dear husband, dear mother, and dear child. No, stop! don't write that! Take another sheet of paper. Now I've got it, now you can go on." "I wish to let you know, that by the help of God, I arrived here safe and sound, in the carriage with the four horses. I don't know how. And the queen's an angel, and there were millions of lights, and my child--" Walpurga covered her face with both hands--she had said "my child," without knowing which child she meant. A pause ensued. "And my child," said Countess Irma, repeating the words after her. "No!" exclaimed Walpurga, "I can't write to-day. Excuse me; there's no use trying. But you've promised to write for me to-morrow or the day after. Do come and see us every day." "And shall I bring a good friend with me?" "Of course; any friend of yours will be welcome. Isn't it so. Mademoiselle Kramer?" "Certainly; Countess Irma has special permission." "I'll bring a very good friend with me; she can sing charmingly, and her voice is soft and gentle--but I'll not torment you with riddles; I play the zither, and will bring mine with me." "You play the zither?" exclaimed Walpurga, scarcely able to contain herself for joy. Any further expressions on her part were prevented by the presence of the king, who entered at that moment. With a gentle inclination of the head, he greeted Countess Irma, who had risen from her seat and bowed so low that it seemed as though she meant to sit down on the floor. "What are you writing?" asked the king. "Walpurga's secrets, may it please Your Majesty," replied Countess Irma. "The king may read all that's there," said Walpurga, handing him the sheet. He hurriedly ran his eye over it, and then, with a glance at the countess, folded it and put it in his breast pocket.