aching twisted into a repudiation of
his views and a prompt defiance of the authority which he in life had
exercised. His partisans would be furious with me, they would say I
flouted his memory. That would be strange to hear when the figure of the
Countess was still fresh before my eyes, and the sound of her sobs rang
yet in my ears. I shrugged my shoulders.
"There are harder things to bear than a little abuse and a little
gossip. I can't help it if they don't understand the grounds of my
action."
"It's so soon after the Prince's death," said Max.
"The thing could not be delayed; it had to be done at once," said I.
I moved toward her to take my leave. She was standing close by her
husband's side; her face was still in shadow.
"We shall have so much to do before we go," she said, "that we can hope
to see very little more of your Majesty."
"Yes," broke in Max, "we must go down and arrange everything on the
estate; we're going to be away for so long."
"Oh, but I shall hope to see you again. You must come and say good-bye
to me. Now I must leave you."
"Good-bye, and again thank you," she said.
She came with me to the door, and down the stairs. Max walked in front,
and went on to open the door and see that my carriage was in readiness.
For an instant I clasped her hand.
"I shan't see you again," she whispered. "Good-bye."
I left her standing on the lowest step, her head proudly erect and a
smile on her lips. It was as she said, I did not see her again; for they
went to the country the next day, and when Max came to take a formal
leave of me she excused herself on the score of indisposition.
To complete the picture I ought to describe the wrath of those who had
formed Hammerfeldt's _entourage_, the gleeful satisfaction of the
opposing party, the articles in the journals, the speculations, guesses,
and assertions as to my reasons, temper, intention, and expressions. I
should paint also my mother's mingled annoyance and relief, vexation
that I favoured the Liberals, and joy that the Countess von Sempach went
to Paris; Victoria's absolute bewilderment and ineffectual divings and
fishings for anything that might throw light on so mysterious a matter;
William Adolphus' intense self-complacency in my following of his
advice, accompanied by a patronizing rebuke for my having thought it
necessary to "do it so abruptly." All these good people, as they acted
their little parts and filled their corners of the s
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