clouded sky and the small
window panes, the rear of the deep apartment especially was only dimly
lighted, the impression produced was neither gloomy nor depressing. This
was prevented by the swift movements of the pages, the shrill screams
of the gay parrots at the window, the paraphernalia of the chase hung on
the wall, and especially by the regent herself, whose clear voice broke
the silence with gay unconcern, and exerted a redeeming influence upon
the constraint of the listeners.

She had just received the Bishop of Hildesheim, the Prince of Savoy,
and the Countess Tassis, but gave each only a brief audience, for
the entrance of the conductor of the orchestra had not escaped her
attention.

Several other personages of the highest rank were still among the
waiting group, and her chamberlain, Count Hochstraaten, asked in a low
tone whether she would deign to receive the Count Palatine von Simmern;
but she was determined to close the audience, for Wolf Hartschwert had
entered the room, and the subjects which she desired to discuss with him
and the musicians would permit no witnesses.

So, without answering Hochstraaten's question, she turned her face
toward the chamber, and said, loudly enough to be heard by all present:

"This reception must suffice for to-day! Whoever does not know that I
used last night in his Majesty's service for a better purpose than sleep
will deem me a lazy sluggard. Would to Heaven I had no worse fault! The
rising sun sees me more frequently at my station in the hunting grounds
than it does many of you, my honoured friends, at the breakfast table.
So, Hochstraaten, be kind enough to tell the ladies and gentlemen who
have given me the pleasure of their visits, that their patience shall be
less severely tried this evening before vespers."

While speaking, she beckoned to the Marquise de Leria, her oldest lady
in waiting, and, as the latter bent her aged back to adjust the pillows,
the Queen whispered to her to detain the conductor of the orchestra and
Sir Wolf Hartschwert.

The order was instantly obeyed, but some time elapsed ere the last of
those who had sought an audience left the room, for, although the regent
vouchsafed no one a glance, but turned the pages of a note-book which
had been lying on the little table at the head of her bed, each person,
before crossing the threshold, bowed toward the couch in the slow,
formal manner which etiquette dictated.

As soon as Queen Mary found