On November 5, at nine o'clock in the evening, after a labour of over fifty hours, the Princess was delivered of a dead boy.

At midnight her exhausted strength gave way.

When, at last, Stockmar consented to see her; he went in, and found her obviously dying, while the doctors were plying her with wine.
She seized his hand and pressed it.

"They have made me tipsy," she said.
After a little he left her, and was already in the next room when he heard her call out in her loud voice: "Stocky! Stocky!" As he ran back the death-rattle was in her throat.

She tossed herself violently from side to side; then suddenly drew up her legs, and it was over.
The Prince, after hours of watching, had left the room for a few moments' rest; and Stockmar had now to tell him that his wife was dead.
At first he could not be made to realise what had happened.