“You are far too modest, my son,” cried the count, smiling.  “What the Emperor Ferdinand has done for you he did not for your father’s son, but in deference to your own merits.”

“Please, oh please, let us talk no more on the subject,” said the young man.  “You will not succeed in altering my opinion, especially as I had it from the exalted mouth of his Imperial Majesty himself, that he gladly distinguished the son of so noble, gifted, and faithful a servant as Count Adam Schwarzenberg had ever been to the imperial house, and in consideration thereof bestowed upon him the dignity of imperial treasurer, and nominated him independently of individual merit a member of the Aulic council.  I beg you to observe, my noble and highly deserving count, that your son has fallen heir to his honors without individual merit, whence it naturally follows that I am a worthless treasurer, and wholly devoid of merit as a member of the Aulic council.”

“Well,” laughed his father, “then I must console you with this, Adolphus, that you are besides that my coadjutor in my office of Grand Master of the Knights of St. John, and that I entertain the fixed determination of soon seeing you share with me the Stadtholdership of the Mark.”

“I assure you, I need no consolation whatever!” cried Count Adolphus Schwarzenberg.  “I am your son, and that is as much as if I were the fair Danae, and had a shower of gold perpetually poured out upon me.”

“You would deceive me,” said Count Adam, gently shaking his head.  “You would have me believe that you are satisfied with being my son, and have no personal ambition for yourself.”

“It is no deception, cher pere” laughed the young man.  “I really do not give myself the trouble to have personal ambition beforehand.  I behold my much-loved father standing in the sunshine of renown, and I quite composedly allow a few stray beams from his splendor to alight upon myself.  I would not say, though, that I am wholly devoid of ambition.  I only avoid talking about it till the time comes.”

“My son, the time is come,” said Count Adam quickly.  “Yes, the time for ambition is come with you, too, and to-day we must discuss it at length.  But first tell me what news do you bring me from Vienna?  Come, let us sit down, and confer with one another like two grave politicians and diplomatists.”  He took his son’s arm and led him toward the divan.

“God forbid, Sir Stadtholder, that I, a mere tyro in diplomacy and politics, should venture to seat myself at your side,” cried Count Adolphus.  “No, father, I know my place, and you must indeed permit me to take my station at a reverential distance from you.”

He took one of the little gold-embroidered footstools which stood near the divan and seated himself opposite his father.  Count Adam looked upon him with a proud yet gentle smile, and seemed to have his own pleasure in his son’s handsome and imposing appearance.