She burst into tears.

"Princess," I said, "it is impossible for me to
answer you; allow me to speak to your daughter,
alone" . . .

"Never!" she exclaimed, rising from her
chair in violent agitation.

"As you wish," I answered, preparing to go
away.

She fell into thought, made a sign to me with
her hand that I should wait a little, and left the
room.

Five minutes passed. My heart was beating
violently, but my thoughts were tranquil, my
head cool. However assiduously I sought in my
breast for even a spark of love for the charming
Mary, my efforts were of no avail!

Then the door opened, and she entered.
Heavens! How she had changed since I had last
seen her -- and that but a short time ago!

When she reached the middle of the room, she
staggered. I jumped up, gave her my arm, and
led her to a chair.