A cloud came over the countenance of the Sovereign.
"Even they suffer in their exposed position. We do not live together; we see each other less alone, generally under the observation of others. Each has his special circle of interest, is influenced by those about him, who perhaps diminish his confidence in his nearest relations. You know my son; he has all the qualifications of a good, open-hearted man, but you will have observed how suspicious and reserved he has become."
Ilse forgot all caution, and again felt a little proud of being a confidante.
"Forgive me," she explained; "I have never found that. He is only bashful, and sometimes a little awkward."
The Sovereign smiled.
"You lately expressed an opinion with reference to what would be advantageous for his future. That he should for a time become acquainted with the management of a large family estate; it would undoubtedly be good for him to learn the work of a country gentleman by experience. Besides this, he is not happy at Court."
Ilse nodded.
"Have you also remarked that?" asked the Sovereign.
"I will give good advice for my Prince," thought Ilse, "even if it is not quite agreeable to him. May I venture to say," she said aloud, "that this is the best time of all. For he must learn, your Highness, the spring tilling, which is in full operation, so there must be no delay."
The Sovereign was much pleased with this zeal.