Springing up from his seat, he knocked the glass from the aged servitor's hands, and the fragments of it fell with a light tinkling crash partly on the table and partly on the floor.
The Prince and the servant gazed at one another in a distressing and terrible silence.
There was a slight noise, and Aribert looked aside.

He saw that Eugen's body had slipped forward limply over the left arm of his chair; the Prince's arms hung straight and lifeless; his eyes were closed; he was unconscious.
'Hans!' murmured Aribert.

'Hans! What is this ?'.