Not the throne.

He's going away." "Going away!" I could not keep the dismay out of my voice.
"Yes, now.

But not--not for ever.

It will be long--oh, so long--but I can bear it, if I know that at last!" She stopped, still looking up at me with eyes that implored pardon and sympathy.
"I don't understand," said I, bluntly, and, I fear, gruffly, also.
"You were right," she said: "I did persuade him.

He wanted to go away again as he went before.