“The good of the country!” echoed Gloria in thrilling tones. “Do _you_ know anything about it? You--who never go among your people except to hunt and shoot and amuse yourself generally? You, who permit wicked liars and spendthrifts to gamble with the people’s money! The good of the country! If my life could only lift the burden of taxation from the country, I would lay it down gladly and freely! If I were Queen, do you think I could be like her?” and she stretched forth her white arm to where the Queen, amazed, had risen from her seat, and now stood erect, her rich robes trailing yards on the ground, and flashing at every point with jewels. “Do you think I could sit unmoved, clad in rich velvet and gems, while one single starving creature sought bread within my kingdom? Nay, I would sell everything I possessed and go barefoot rather! I would be a sister, not a mere ‘patroness’ to the poor;--I would never wear a single garment that had not been made for me by the workers of my own land;--and the ‘good of the country’ should be ‘good’ indeed, not ‘bad,’ as it is now!” Breathless with the sudden rush of her thoughts into words, she stood with heaving bosom and sparkling eyes, the incarnation of eloquence and inspiration, and before the astonished monarch could speak, she went on. “I am your son’s wife! He loves me--he has wedded me honourably and lawfully. You wish me to disclaim that. I will not! From him and him alone, must come my dismissal from his heart, his life and his soul. If he desires his marriage with me dissolved, let him tell me so himself face to face, and before you and his mother! Then I shall be content to be no more his wife. But not till then! I will promise nothing without his consent. He is my husband,--and to him I owe my first obedience. I seek no honour, no rank, no wealth,--but I have won the greatest treasure in this world, his love!--and that I will keep!” A door opened at the further end of the room--a curtain was quietly pushed aside, and the Crown Prince entered. With a composed, almost formal demeanour, he saluted the King and Queen, and then going up to Gloria, passed his arm around her waist, and held her fast. “When you have concluded your interview with my wife, Sir,--an interview of which I had no previous knowledge,” he said quietly, addressing the King; “I shall be glad to have one of my own with her!” The King answered him calmly enough. “Your wife,--as you call her,--is a very incorrigible young person,” he said. “The sooner she returns to her companions, the fisher-folk on The Islands, the better! From her looks I imagined she might have sense; but I fear that is lacking to her composition! However, she is perfectly willing to consider her marriage with you dissolved, if you desire it. I trust you _will_ desire it;--here, now, and at once, in my presence and that of the Queen, your mother;--and thus a very unpleasant and unfortunate incident in your career will be satisfactorily closed!”