Then she laid her hand on his arm.
"Our Queen has been here, dear husband, and she is an angel."
CHAPTER XII
OTTO
In the winter Marianne had gone often to court. There was much need of lint and the ladies were always occupying themselves with making it.
The old Countess, who had known Marianne's grandmother well in her youth, made a pet of the pretty girl, and the ladies and gentlemen found her bright talk very amusing as they worked away in the rooms of the Mistress of Court Ceremonies, or in those of the Queen.
But Wolfgang's death changed everything.
"I shall never be gay again," wept poor Marianne.
At first she was for staying in her room and writing out her sorrow, but one day the Queen, whom she adored, had a talk with her.