'But have you thought of this,' he asked, and his mild eyes glowed again in a sort of madness.

'Have you thought that I am unmarried, and might die at any moment, and then the throne will descend to you--to you, Aribert ?' 'The throne will never descend to me, Eugen,' said Aribert softly, 'for you will live.

You are thoroughly convalescent.

You have nothing to fear.' 'It is the next seven days that I fear,' said Eugen.
'The next seven days! Why ?' 'I do not know.

But I fear them.