Gran. And without her being aware of it? The King does not wish her to know anything of her father's condition till after the court. Baroness. The court is to be held, then? Gran. The court is to be held. After it is over, His Majesty will tell her the news himself. Baroness. I am thankful for that.--But what did Professor Ernst say? Why has he not answered his daughter's letter? Why has he hidden from her? Is he really irreconcilable? Gran. Irreconcilable? He hates her! Baroness. Good heavens! Gran. And not only her, but every one that has made common cause with the King--every one! Baroness. I suppose it was to be expected.--But won't you sit down? Gran (bows, but remains standing). I had a talk with his doctor before I saw him. He had some hesitation about letting me in. It was a fortnight since his patient had been able to move. But when I told him my errand, and that I had come from the King, he let me see him. Baroness. How did he look? He was a fine man once. Gran. He was sitting in a big chair, a mere paralysed wreck of a man. But when he saw me and realised who I was--and probably, too, what my errand was--he found the strength not only to move, but to seize both his crutches and raise himself on them! I shall never forget his gaunt ashen-grey face, the feverish gleam in his sunken eyes, his unkempt hair and beard-- Baroness. He must have looked terrible! Gran. He was like a creature from beyond the grave--with an eternity of hatred in his eyes! Baroness. Oh, my God! Gran. When at last I could find my voice, I gave him his daughter's greeting, and asked if she might come and see him. A dark look came into his eyes, and his face flushed for a moment, as he gasped out: "May she be--." He could not finish the sentence. His crutches slipped from his grasp and he fell down, blood pouring from his mouth. The doctor rushed to him; and for a long time we thought he was dead. Baroness. But he came round? Gran. I waited an hour or two before I started back. Then the doctor told me that he had recovered consciousness, but that the end could certainly not be far off--perhaps not twenty-four hours. Baroness. It must have been a shock to you. Gran. It was. Baroness. But what did he mean by: "May she be--" Gran. That is what I have been wondering. Baroness. He cannot do her any harm, can he? Grad. He may give her the same reception that he gave me; if she goes. Baroness, Even if the King is with her? Gran. All the more then! Baroness. Oh, that would be horrible! But it won't prevent her going. Gran. Let us hope so! Baroness. I am certain of it! She has extraordinary strength of character--just like her father's. Gran. Yes, that is the one thing I rely on. Baroness. What do you mean? Your words sound so despondent! Gran. I mean what is perfectly true--that everything will depend upon her strength of character. Baroness. What about the King, then?