"You have already told me that once," replied the Marshal. "I congratulate you on this acquaintance from the University."
"How do you like the Professor?" asked the Chamberlain, turning the conversation.
"He appears to be a clever man," replied the Marshal, with indifference. "It is long since the pavilion has had such a beauty in it."
The Prince turned round, and he saw by the light of the large chandelier that the gentlemen exchanged looks with one another.
The Prince's carriage drove up. He entered it without saying a word to his companions, and drove to the opera. There he entered the ante-room of the royal box.
"How do the strangers like their abode at the pavilion?" asked the Sovereign, kindly.
"They are content with everything," replied his son; "but the rooms are damp, and would not be healthy for a prolonged stay."
"They were never considered so, as far as I recollect," replied the father, coldly, "and I hope you will be convinced of it." Then, turning to the Chamberlain, he said, "To-morrow, after breakfast, I wish to speak to Mr. Werner."
The Hereditary Prince went into the box to his sister, and seated himself silently at her side.
"Where are the places for the strangers?" asked the Princess.