Her highness did not take offense; rather she liked this frankness.  In truth, she liked any one who spoke to her on equal footing; it was a taste of the old days when she herself could have chosen a vintner and married him, with none to say her nay.  Now she was only a pretty bird in a gilded cage.  She could fly, but whenever she did so she blundered painfully against the bright wires.  If there was any envy between these two, it existed in the heart of the princess only.  To be free like this, to come and go at will, to love where the heart spoke!  She surrendered to another vagrant impulse.

“Gretchen, I do not think I shall marry the king of Jugendheit.”

Gretchen grew red with pride.  Her highness was telling her state secrets!

“You love some one else, Highness?” How should a goose-girl know that such a question was indelicate?

Her highness did not blush; the color in her cheeks receded.  She fondled the heart-shaped locket which she invariably wore round her throat.  That this peasant girl should thus boldly put a question she herself had never dared to press!

“You must not ask questions like that, Gretchen.”

“Pardon, Highness; I did not think.”  Gretchen was disturbed.

But the princess comforted her with:  “I know it.  There are some questions which should not be asked even by the heart.”

This was not understandable to Gretchen; but the locket pleased her eye.  Her highness, observing her interest, slipped the trinket from her neck and laid it in Gretchen’s hand.

“Open it,” she said.  “It is a picture of my mother, whom I do not recollect having ever seen.  Wait,” as Gretchen turned it about helplessly.

“I will open it for you.”  Click!

Gretchen sighed deeply.  To have had a mother so fair and pretty!  She hadn’t an idea how her own mother had looked; indeed, being sensible and not given much to conjuring, she had rarely bothered her head about it.  Still, as she gazed at this portrait, the sense of her isolation and loneliness drew down upon her, and she in her turn sought the flowers and saw them not.  After a while she closed the locket and returned it.

“So you love music?” picking up the safer thread.

“Ah, yes, Highness.”

“Do you ever go to the opera?”

“As often as I can afford.  I am very poor.”

“I will give you a ticket for the season.  How can I reward you for bringing this message?  Don’t have any false pride.  Ask for something.”

“Well, then, Highness, give me an order on the grand duke’s head vintner for a place.”

“For the man who is to become your husband?”

“Yes, Highness.”

“You shall have it to-morrow.  Now, come with me.  I am going to take you to Herr Ernst.  He is the director of the opera.  He rehearses in the court theater this morning.”