ay me?" she inquired.
"I have brought you, madam, only to pass on," replied Otto.
Next they came to a library, where an old chamberlain sat half asleep.
He rose and bowed before the princely couple, asking for orders.
"You will attend us here," said Otto.
The next stage was a gallery of pictures, where Seraphina's portrait
hung conspicuous, dressed for the chase, red roses in her hair, as Otto,
in the first months of marriage, had directed. He pointed to it without
a word; she raised her eyebrows in silence; and they passed still
forward into a matted corridor where four doors opened. One led to
Otto's bedroom; one was the private door to Seraphina's. And here, for
the first time, Otto left her hand, and, stepping forward, shot the
bolt.
"It is long, madam," said he, "since it was bolted on the other side."
"One was effectual," returned the Princess. "Is this all?"
"Shall I reconduct you?" he asked, bowing.
"I should prefer," she asked, in ringing tones, "the conduct of the
Freiherr von Gondremark."
Otto summoned the chamberlain. "If the Freiherr von Gondremark is in the
palace," he said, "bid him attend the Princess here." And when the
official had departed, "Can I do more to serve you, madam?" the Prince
asked.
"Thank you, no. I have been much amused," she answered.
"I have now," continued Otto, "given you your liberty complete. This has
been for you a miserable marriage."
"Miserable!" said she.
"It has been made light to you; it shall be lighter still," continued
the Prince. "But one thing, madam, you must still continue to bear--my
father's name, which is now yours. I leave it in your hands. Let me see
you, since you will have no advice of mine, apply the more attention of
your own to bear it worthily."
"Herr von Gondremark is long in coming," she remarked.
"O Seraphina, Seraphina!" he cried. And that was the end of their
interview.
She tripped to a window and looked out; and a little after, the
chamberlain announced the Freiherr von Gondremark, who entered with
something of a wild eye and changed complexion, confounded, as he was,
at this unusual summons. The Princess faced round from the window with a
pearly smile; nothing but her heightened colour spoke of discomposure.
Otto was pale, but he was otherwise master of himself.
"Herr von Gondremark," said he, "oblige me so far: reconduct the
Princess to her own apartment."
The Baron, still all at sea, offered his hand, which w
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