A circumstance which rendered either of these suppositions much more probable was, that the prince seemed greatly annoyed whenever a matter of business or a visit summoned him to the chateau; and so decidedly was this the case, that no sooner had the visit been received, or the matter of business been dispatched, than he returned to his solitude, where he was waited upon only by the two old valets-de-chambre who had been present at his birth.

“Since this is the case,” observed Henri, “the fetes will not be very gay if the prince continue in this humor.”

“Certainly,” replied the ensign, “for every one will know how to sympathize with the prince’s grief, whose pride as well as whose affections had been so smitten.”

Henri continued his interrogatories without intending it, and took a strange interest in doing so.  The circumstance of Aurilly’s death, whom he had known at the court, and whom he had again met in Flanders; the kind of indifference with which the prince had announced the loss he had met with; the strict seclusion in which it was said the prince had lived since his death—­all this seemed to him, without his being able to assign a reason for his belief, as part of that mysterious and darkened web wherein, for some time past, the events of his life had been woven.

“And,” inquired he of the ensign, “it is not known, you say, how the prince became acquainted with the news of the death of Aurilly?”

“No.”

“But surely,” he insisted, “people must talk about it?”

“Oh! of course,” said the ensign; “true or false, you know, people always will talk.”

“Well, then, tell me what it is.”

“It is said that the prince was hunting under the willows close beside the river, and that he had wandered away from the others who were hunting also, for everything he does is by fits and starts, and he becomes as excited in the field as at play, or under fire, or under the influence of grief, when suddenly he was seen returning with a face scared and as pale as death.

“The courtiers questioned him, thinking that it was nothing more than a mere incident of the hunting-field.

“He held two rouleaux of gold in his hand.

“‘Can you understand this, messieurs?’ he said, in a hard dry voice; ‘Aurilly is dead; Aurilly has been eaten by the wolves.’

“Every one immediately exclaimed.

“‘Nay, indeed,’ said the prince; ’may the foul fiend take me if it be not so; the poor lute-player had always been a far better musician than a horseman.  It seems that his horse ran away with him, and that he fell into a pit, where he was killed; the next day a couple of travelers who were passing close to the pit discovered his body half eaten by the wolves; and a proof that the affair actually did happen, as I have related it, and that robbers have nothing whatever to do with the whole matter is, that here are two rouleaux of gold which he had about him, and which have been faithfully restored.’