But now the people caught sight of the tall, stately form, in gold embroidered velvet suit, with the star of brilliants glittering on its breast, which stood beside the Elector; now they recognized that haughty countenance with its glance of sovereign contempt, its smile of lofty condescension upon the thin, scornful lips, and a disturbance was perceptible among the multitudes, as when a sudden gust of wind agitates the waves of the sea and lashes them up into fury and rage.  All at once there came thundering up to the window, shrieked, howled, and hissed by the crowd:  “Down with the Catholics!  Down with Schwarzenberg!  Down with the Imperialist!”

A deep flush overspread the Elector’s face.  He hastily stepped back from the window, and looked almost timidly up at the count, whose countenance meanwhile had not for a moment lost its proud, smiling serenity.  He seemed not to have heard the screams of the mob.

“They would vex me to death, therefore do they scream so!” cried the Elector; “they know my regard for Schwarzenberg, and therefore are they so set against him and insult him, in order to insult me through him!”

“My parents, my beloved parents!” cried a clear, rich voice, and a young man tore open the doors of the Electoral cabinet, revealing a tall, slender figure and a noble face, with sparkling eyes and smiling lips.  The Electress uttered one scream of rapture, and hastened to meet her son with outstretched arms.  He threw himself upon her breast, greeting her with phrases of fond endearment, and when he lifted himself from his mother’s heart there were the two sisters to embrace their dear and only brother, to greet him with affectionate words of love, and to hold him long, long in their encircling arms.  The Elector had again sunk back into his armchair.  His “faithful servant,” Count Schwarzenberg, had again rolled him back into the middle of the apartment and stationed himself immediately in the rear.

With unpropitious frowns had the Elector witnessed the first tender greeting exchanged between the Electress and her son.  Now, when his sisters in their turn engrossed him and the mother stood looking on in transport, now the Elector turned round to Schwarzenberg, and an expression of deep bitterness spoke in every feature.

“My son seems not to know that I am yet in the world,” he said, with quick, complaining tone of voice.  “Had you not better remind him of it for decency’s sake, Adam?”

But at this moment the Electoral Prince freed himself from his sisters’ arms, perceived the Elector, and sprang forward to him with open arms to throw himself on his heart.  But, when he got a nearer view of his father’s dark countenance, he let his arms drop, bent his knee before the Elector, and grasped one hand to imprint upon it a reverential kiss.

“My dear father, my most gracious Sovereign and Elector!” cried he in tones full of tenderness, “I beg your pardon that my first word, my first salutation was not given to you.  You see, I was always a foolish boy, whom my mother spoils, and who delights in being spoiled.”