We lead the life of a political marriage, but the heart is unwed.

We bow before necessity and duty, and, believe me, those are the only household gods in the families of princes.

Happy the man who, besides these stern divinities, possesses a little secret temple, in which he can erect an altar to true love and friendship, and where he can enjoy a hidden happiness.

This I owe to you, Wilhelmine; you are the only one in whom I have confidence, for you have proved to me that you love me without self-interest and without ambition.

You have said it, and it is true, you love me, notwithstanding I am a prince.