the princess's house, which motive was no other than a great desire to
see the princess's lady-in-waiting and bosom friend, the Countess Helga
von Strofzin.

Etiquette seconded Fritz's hopes. While I was ushered into the
princess's room, he remained with the countess in the ante-chamber: in
spite of the people and servants who were hanging about, I doubt not
that they managed a tete-a-tete; but I had no leisure to think of them,
for I was playing the most delicate move in all my difficult game. I had
to keep the princess devoted to me--and yet indifferent to me: I had to
show affection for her--and not feel it. I had to make love for another,
and that to a girl who--princess or no princess--was the most beautiful
I had ever seen. Well, I braced myself to the task, made no easier by
the charming embarrassment with which I was received. How I succeeded in
carrying out my programme will appear hereafter.

"You are gaining golden laurels," she said. "You are like the prince in
Shakespeare who was transformed by becoming king. But I'm forgetting you
are King, sire."

"I ask you to speak nothing but what your heart tells you--and to call
me nothing but my name."

She looked at me for a moment.

"Then I'm glad and proud, Rudolf," said she. "Why, as I told you, your
very face is changed."

I acknowledged the compliment, but I disliked the topic; so I said: