“Well, what say you to it, sir?” asked George William.  “Do you accept the invitation to the feast?”

“I, Electoral Lord?” asked the Prince, astonished.  “It is not for me to accept, or to say anything.  I only await the decision of your highness, and now allow myself to remark that I shall ever feel honored by an invitation from the Stadtholder in the Mark, and that no one can have a higher appreciation of his services and a greater respect for his statesman-like experience and wisdom than myself.”

“He knows how to speak, does he not, count?” asked the Elector, indicating his son by a quick nod of the head.

“Well, since it depends on my decision, I shall gladly extend to you my leave to celebrate the Electoral Prince’s return by a little merrymaking, were it only that the good-for-nothing people of Berlin may see that we and our family are devoted to Count Schwarzenberg now as before, and that their pitiful howls have had no influence upon us and our determinations.  Yes, we will come to your party, Adam, we accept your invitation cordially and affectionately.”

“I thank my most gracious lord for this act of favor and condescension,” cried the count, pressing the Elector’s proffered hand to his lips.  “Will your highness extend your favor by appointing the day on which so distinguished an honor is to befall my house?”

“Well, that you may not have time to make too great preparations, and put us to shame by the splendor of your fete, we will allow you but a short respite.  To-day is Wednesday, the eighteenth of June, we therefore appoint Sunday, the twenty-second of June, for your festival.”

“Be it then on Sunday, a sunny day truly for me and for my house,” cried Count Schwarzenberg.  “My son, too, will do himself the honor to participate in the joys of the fete, which your highness will do me the favor to give in my house, for he has returned from his journey, and will this very day petition for leave to present himself.”

A fugitive glance from the count strayed across to the ladies, while he bowed low before them, but, however cursory this glance, it gave him full opportunity for perceiving Princess Charlotte Louise’s deep blush, and the joyful flashing of her eyes.

“She loves him,” he said softly to himself, “yes, she loves him, and my son will be Elector of Brandenburg.”

“We shall be pleased to see again your son, Count John Adolphus,” said George William kindly.  “He is a very elegant and accomplished gentleman, besides being a very submissive and obedient son, in whom your father’s heart may well rejoice.  My son would do well to follow his example, and I shall be delighted for him to form a friendship with the count.”

“I shall diligently strive to gain the friendship of the son as well as of the father,” replied the Electoral Prince, smiling, “and it shall not be my fault, indeed, if I do not obtain it.”