Such was the picture which met Meding's eyes as he entered the room.
With a sigh he looked at the royal family, and he then walked up to the king.
"Good evening, my dear Meding," cried the king in his usual voice. "You bring our answer to Prussia: I hope it is clear and decided?"
"I hope I shall have fulfilled your majesty's wishes," replied Herr Meding as he bowed.
"Do you wish us to leave you?" asked the queen.
"No!" cried the king, "you are all as much interested in this matter as I am. Meding will be so kind as to read us the draft. Seat yourself, my dear Meding, and begin."
"Certainly, your majesty."
Herr Meding seated himself opposite to the king, opened his folded paper, and read the draft.
The king leant back in his chair, and covered his face with his hands, as was his custom when he wished to listen attentively.
The queen and Princess Marie wept quietly, Princess Frederika listened to every word with earnest attention and flashing eyes. The crown prince played with his terrier.