Prince Ernest and the margravine were in the room.

She walked out with angry majesty.

The prince held his figure in the stiff attitude of reception.

He could look imposing.
The character of the interview was perceptible at once.
'You have not, I presume, to be informed of the business in hand, Mr.
Richmond!' 'Your Highness, I believe I can guess it.' This started him pacing the floor.
'An impossibility! a monstrous extravagance! a thing unheard of! mania! mania!' he muttered.

'You are aware, sir, that you have been doing your worst to destroy the settled arrangements of my family?
What does it mean?
In common reason you cannot indulge any legitimate hope of succeeding.