The queen came up, Rischenheim still supporting her.

"Rudolf! Rudolf!" she whispered, very softly.
He opened his eyes, and his lips bent in a smile.

She flung herself on her knees and kissed his hand passionately.

"The surgeon will be here directly," said I.
Rudolf's eyes had been on the queen.

As I spoke he looked up at me, smiled again, and shook his head.