The Prince nodded.
“It is good,” he admitted, “to hear man’s talk once more. Wherever one moves, people bow the head before the might of Germany and Austria. Let them alone but a little longer, and they will indeed rule Europe.”
Three o’clock struck. The Prince rose.
“I go,” he announced.
“And I,” Bellamy declared. “Come to my rooms at ten o’clock tomorrow morning, Prince, and you shall hear the news.”
Bellamy lingered behind. For a moment he held Louise in his arms and gazed sorrowfully into her weary face.
“Is it worth while, I wonder?” he asked bitterly.
“Worth while,” she answered, opening her eyes and looking at him, “to feel the mother love? Who can help it who would not be ignoble?”
“But yours, dear,” he murmured, “is all grief. Even now I am afraid.”
“We can do no more than toil to the end,” she said. “David, you are sure this time?”