“I beg your pardon, my husband,” said the Electress, approaching her husband; “I alone was to blame that our son did not come first to you, as was his duty, and pay his first respects to his father and Sovereign.  I stopped him, and you must not impute as a fault to the son what was occasioned by a mother’s tenderness.”

The Elector made no reply, but looked down with moody resentment upon the Electoral Prince, who still knelt before him.

“My much-loved, gracious father,” cried the Prince, “I once more beg your pardon, and pray you kindly to forget if I have hitherto often given you ground for annoyance, and have not appeared here immediately on your first command.  I see my error, and I promise, my dear, kind father, that I have returned home as a penitent, affectionate son, as an obedient subject, whose earnest endeavor shall be to deserve the forgiveness and good opinion of his lord and father, and to live wholly and solely in subjection to his will.  Only bid me welcome, too, my most revered sir; bestow upon your son one word of welcome and fatherly love.”

The Prince glanced so tenderly at his father, there lay so much feeling in his handsome, expressive countenance, that the Elector could not resist him, but, in spite of himself, felt his heart stirred by tenderness and emotion.  He bowed down to him, a rare smile lit up his face, and he was just opening his lips to greet his son with words of friendliness and love, when the shrieking and shouting down in the pleasure garden, which had ceased for some time (probably because their exhausted throats required rest), burst forth again with redoubled violence.

“Away with the Catholics!  Down with Schwarzenberg!  Long live the Electoral Prince.  Down with Schwarzenberg!” came up with thundering impetuosity.

The friendly words died upon the Elector’s lips, and the short sunshine of his smile vanished under a cloud of displeasure.

“It seems, sir,” he said, “as if your arrival were a real jubilee for the low rabble, who have assembled down there in the pleasure grounds, and as if your arrival were to be the cause of much vexation to me.  What seditious, scandalous words are those shouted by those wretches?”

“I do not know, I did not hear them,” said the Electoral Prince quickly.

“My whole attention was concentrated upon y father’s lips, waiting to hear one gracious word of welcome!”

“The mob saved me that trouble!” cried the Elector.  They cut me off from speech with their ‘Long live the electoral Prince!’ What need is there for a further welcome from your old father?”

“I need it much,” replied the Electoral Prince, with low, melancholy voice.  “I need a kind, gracious word from my father, on returning home after so long an absence; and it would seem to me as if my whole future, my whole life were under a cloud if I lacked the blessing of your love, the sunshine of your favor.”