I shall give up the throne and go to him, some day, when I can be spared from here, when I've done my--my work." I was aghast at this shattering of my vision, yet I could not be hard to her.

I said nothing, but took her hand and pressed it.
"You wanted him to be king ?" she whispered.
"With all my heart, madam," said I.
"He wouldn't, Fritz.

No, and I shouldn't dare to do that, either." I fell back on the practical difficulties.

"But how can he go ?" I asked.
"I don't know.

But he knows; he has a plan." We fell again into silence; her eyes grew more calm, and seemed to look forward in patient hope to the time when her happiness should come to her.