“No, but the Emperor’s most confidential adviser, mio padre amato, the venerable father confessor and Jesuit, Signor Silvio.  By the way, I regard him as a man turned serpent, and would avoid exposing a shoeless heel to him.  But one thing is certain, that he has the Emperor’s ear not only in the confessional, but in the council chamber as well, and what he says is just as good as if the Emperor himself said it.  For the rest, they affirm at the imperial court that he is a sorcerer, and can look through men’s eyes straight into their hearts and decipher what is therein as plainly and distinctly as if it was written on parchment in German text.”

“I believe it is so,” murmured the count.  “I believe he has read into my heart, too.  But further, further, my son!  What more did Father Silvio say to you?”

“He spoke much of the weak and uncertain condition of the Electoral house of Brandenburg, which he said rested upon only two lives, and would be extinct if the Electoral Prince Frederick William should perish by a sudden death.”

The count started, and a gray pallor overspread his face.  His son, absorbed in his own discourse, observed it not and continued:  “I ventured meanwhile to differ from the wise father, and reminded him that seven cousins and blood relations were still in existence, to give permanence to the Elector’s family, and thereby lessen very greatly the weakness of the Brandenburg-Hohenzollerns.  But Father Silvio smiled almost compassionately at this remark of mine, and said in a tone of lofty superiority:  ’Young man, your father will be a better judge of this; only repeat my words to him:  that the Emperor will not admit the claims of the collateral branches of the Electoral house, and if unfortunately the Electoral Prince of Brandenburg should die without descendants, he will consider the Electoral Mark as an unincumbered fief, which the Emperor of Germany, in the plenitude of his power and as an act of free grace, might bestow on another prince.’”

Count Adam Schwarzenberg sprang up, and for a moment his eyes rested with a penetrating expression upon his son’s countenance.  Then he turned and began to move violently to and fro.  Now it was his son’s turn to fix his eyes piercingly upon him.  When the count turned again, however, there was no trace of excitement visible on the young man’s countenance, and with a friendly smile he looked at his father.  Count Adam stepped close up to him, and laid his hand on his son’s shoulder.

“You did not remind wise Father Silvio, then,” he asked, “that the Elector George William has, besides his son, two daughters?  That there are two Electoral Princesses—­Charlotte Louise and the young Sophie Hedwig?”

“No, father,” replied Count Adolphus carelessly, “no, I did not.  I deemed that superfluous, because in the Brandenburg Electoral house women have no right to the succession.  The Salic law exists here, does it not?”