It was a pencil scratch from Gotthold, thus conceived: 'The council is privately summoned at once.
G.v.

H.' If the council was thus called before the hour, and that privately, it was plain they feared his interference.

Feared: here was a sweet thought.

Gotthold, too--Gotthold, who had always used and regarded him as a mere peasant lad, had now been at the pains to warn him; Gotthold looked for something at his hands.

Well, none should be disappointed; the Prince, too long beshadowed by the uxorious lover, should now return and shine.