“I suggest, then, that the duke must not know.”

“Agreed.  Go on.”

“You will put the matter before her highness.”

“That will be difficult.”

“Let her repudiate the negotiations.  Let her say that she has changed her mind.  His majesty is quite willing that the humiliation be his.”

“That is generous.  But suppose she has set her heart on the crown of Jugendheit?  What then?”

The baron bit the ends of his mustache.

“Suppose that?” the chancellor pressed relentlessly.

“In that event, the affair is no longer in our hands but in God’s.”

“As all affairs are.  Is there no way of changing the king’s mind?”

“Read the letter, Count,” said the ambassador.

Herbeck hunted for the postmark:  Bavaria.  He read the letter.  There was nothing between the lines.  It was the work of rather an irresponsible boy.

“May I take this to her highness?” asked the chancellor.

“I’m afraid—­”

“I promise its contents will not go beyond her eye.”

“I will take the risk.”

“His majesty is very young,” was the chancellor’s comment.

“Young!  He is a child.  He has been in his palace twice in ten years.  He is travel-mad.  He has been wandering in France, Holland, England, Belgium.  He tells his uncle to play the king till the coronation.  Imagine it!  And the prince has found this authority so pleasant and natural that he took it for granted that his majesty would marry whomever he selected for him.  To have allowed us to go forward, as we have done, believing that he had the whole confidence of the king!”

Herbeck consulted his watch.  It was half after six.  Her highness did not dine till eight.

“I shall go to her highness immediately, Baron.  I shall return the letter by messenger, and he will tell you the result of the interview.”

“God be with you,” said the ambassador, preparing to take his leave, “for all women are contrary.”

After the baron was gone the chancellor paced the room with halting step.  Then, toward the wraith of his ambition he waved a hand as if to explain how futile are the schemes of men.  He shook himself free from this idle moment and proceeded to the apartments of her highness.  Would she toss aside this crown, or would she fight for it?  He found her alone.

“Well, my good fairy, what is in your magic wand to-night?” she asked.  How fond she was of this great good man, and how lonely he always seemed!

He saluted her hand respectfully.  “I am not a good fairy to-night, your Highness.  On the contrary, I am an ogre.  I have here a letter.  I have given my word that its contents shall not be repeated to the duke, your father.  If I let you read it, will you agree to that?”

“And who has written this letter?” non-committally.

“His majesty, the king of Jugendheit,” slowly.