Frederick's brother, that the proud, unconquerable blood of the
Hohenzollerns flows also in my veins. Let my brother try to force me
to his purpose; I shall be no weak tool in his hands. You had not
firm confidence in your lover, Louise; you did not know that I would
resign cheerfully rank and all family ties for your sake; you did
not know that I had sworn to marry only the woman I love. This I
must do to satisfy my heart and my honor, and also to show the king
that Prince Henry is a free man. Now tell me, Louise, if I have not
divined all. Is not this the king's cruel work? Ah, you do not
answer, you are silent. I understand--the king has made you swear
not to betray him. Now look at me, Louise; make me a sign with your
hand, tell me with your eyes, and I will comprehend you--I will take
you in my arms and carry you to the altar. My God! Louise do you not
see that I am waiting for this sign?--that you are torturing me?"

Louise raised her head, her heart was melting within her; she forgot
her terror, and was ready to resist God, the king, and the whole
world, to grasp the noble and unselfish love that the prince offered
her. But her glance fell involuntarily upon the curtain, behind
which the king stood, and it seemed to her as if she saw the angry,
burning eyes of Frederick threatening to destroy her. She remembered
her daughter, Fritz Wendel, and the world's mocking laughter, and
was overcome.

"You are still silent," said the prince; "you give me neither sign
nor glance."

Louise felt as if an iron hand was tearing her heart asunder.

"I really am at a loss what more to say or do," she said, in a