career of life in such a palace. Scandal was at the door, with what a fatal following she dreaded to conceive; and at the same time among the voices that now began to summon her by name, she recognised the Chancellor’s. He or another, somebody must be the first.
‘Is Herr von Greisengesang without?’ she called.
‘Your Highness—yes!’ the old gentleman answered. ‘We have heard cries, a fall. Is anything amiss?’
‘Nothing,’ replied Seraphina ‘I desire to speak with you. Send off the rest.’ She panted between each phrase; but her mind was clear. She let the looped curtain down upon both sides before she drew the bolt; and, thus secure from any sudden eyeshot from without, admitted the obsequious Chancellor, and again made fast the door.
Greisengesang clumsily revolved among the wings of the curtain, so that she was clear of it as soon as he.
‘My God!’ he cried ‘The Baron!’
‘I have killed him,’ she said. ‘O, killed him!’
‘Dear me,’ said the old gentleman, ‘this is most unprecedented. Lovers’ quarrels,’ he added ruefully, ‘redintegratio’ and then paused. ‘But, my dear madam,’ he broke out again, ‘in
