an alone knows how many you seduced."

It was more than I could stand and I burst into tears. In moments like
this women always cry, but even if I hadn't felt like doing so, I would
have cried because George hates it.

"Prove to me, prove to the King that you are sorry for what you have
done, return to the path of righteousness, to God, and we will see about
the children," he whispered as he moved away.

"What does he know?" "How much have they found out?" I kept saying to
myself as I withdrew to my lonely apartments.

* * * * *

PILLNITZ, _May 24, 1901_.

No answer to the questions in my last entry. The silent persecution
continues unabated. I am growing desperate.

* * * * *

PILLNITZ, _May 25, 1901_.

This morning at eight-thirty I went to the nursery.

The Baroness tried to speak to me. I held up my hand. "Not a word from
you, or something terrible will happen."

_Fraeulein_ von Schoenberg, who is really a sweet girl, offered some
respectful advice. I begged her to be silent. If the door had been
locked I would have forced it with the dagger I carried in my bosom.

Lucretia came and whispered. "I have decided to stay, and stay I will.
Let them do their worst if they dare," I told her.

I changed the children's _curriculum_. "You can drive every day; you
can't have mother every day. Let's have some games."

I remained in the nursery till all the children were asleep. They
partook of the breakfast, lunch and dinner I ordered for myself. A great
treat for them. We were very happy.

But I waited in vain for interference. Nothing happened to clear the
situation. Those questions were still unanswered when I returned to my
apartments.

I had just sat down to read the evening papers, when Prince George
entered unannounced.

"If ever again you dare disobey my commands"--he shouted without
preliminaries.

I cut him short: "Are the children yours or mine?"

"They belong to Saxony, to the Royal House," he bawled, and poured
forth a torrent of abuse without giving me a chance to put in a word.
"You shall be disciplined to the last extremity. We will imprison you in
some lonely tower, without state or attendants. You shall not see your
children from one year's end to the other."

"Prison for the Crown Princess? Would you dare, Prince George?"

"At the Tower of Nossen rooms are in readiness for your Imperial
Highness," sneered my fathe