'I have heard all that I desire, and you have sufficiently trampled on my vanity.

It may be that I cannot govern, it may be that I cannot love--you tell me so with every mark of honesty; but God has granted me one virtue, and I can still forgive.

I forgive you; even in this hour of passion, I can perceive my faults and your excuses; and if I desire that in future I may be spared your conversation, it is not, sir, from resentment--not resentment--but, by Heaven, because no man on earth could endure to be so rated.

You have the satisfaction to see your sovereign weep; and that person whom you have so often taunted with his happiness reduced to the last pitch of solitude and misery.

No,--I will hear nothing; I claim the last word, sir, as your Prince; and that last word shall be--forgiveness.' And with that Otto was gone from the apartment, and Doctor Gotthold was left alone with the most conflicting sentiments of sorrow, remorse, and merriment; walking to and fro before his table, and asking himself, with hands uplifted, which of the pair of them was most to blame for this unhappy rupture.