Seraphina laughed angrily. ‘This is the man for whom we have been
labouring!’ she cried. ‘We tell him of change; he will devise the means,
he says; and his device is abdication? Sir, have you no shame to come
here at the eleventh hour among those who have borne the heat and burthen
of the day? Do you not wonder at yourself? I, sir, was here in my
place, striving to uphold your dignity alone. I took counsel with the
wisest I could find, while you were eating and hunting. I have laid my
plans with foresight; they were ripe for action; and then—‘she
choked—‘then you return—for a forenoon—to ruin all! To-morrow, you will
be once more about your pleasures; you will give us leave once more to
think and work for you; and again you will come back, and again you will
thwart what you had not the industry or knowledge to conceive. O! it is
intolerable. Be modest, sir. Do not presume upon the rank you cannot
worthily uphold. I would not issue my commands with so much gusto—it is
from no merit in yourself they are obeyed. What are you? What have you
to do in this grave council? Go,’ she cried, ‘go among your equals? The
very people in the streets mock at you for a prince.’
At this surprising outburst the whole council sat aghast.
‘Madam,’ said the Baron, alarmed out of his caution, ‘command yourself.’
‘Address yourself to me, sir!’ cried the Prince. ‘I will not bear these
whisperings!’
Seraphina burst into tears.
‘Sir,’ cried the Baron, rising, ‘this lady—’
‘Herr von Gondremark,’ said the Prince, ‘one more observation, and I
place you under arrest.’
‘Your Highness is the master,’ replied Gondremark, bowing.
‘Bear it in mind more constantly,’ said Otto. ‘Herr Cancellarius, bring
all the papers to my cabinet. Gentlemen, the council is dissolved.’
And he bowed and left the apartment, followed by Greisengesang and the
secretaries, just at the moment when the Princess’s ladies, summoned in
all haste, entered by another door to help her forth.
CHAPTER VIII—THE PARTY OF WAR TAKES ACTION
Half an hour after, Gondremark was once more closeted with Seraphina.
‘Where is he now?’ she asked, on his arrival.
‘Madam, he is with the Chancellor,’ replied the Baron. ‘Wonder of
wonders, he is at work!’
‘Ah,’ she said, ‘he was born to torture me! O what a fall, what a
humiliation! Such a scheme to wreck upon so small a trifle! But now all
is lost.’
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