"Your Highness knows that such conduct would not become me."
The Sovereign waved his hand, and his son departed with a silent bow.
Immediately upon quitting the apartment of the father, the Prince ordered his carriage, and then hastened to his sister. The Princess looked anxiously into his disturbed countenance.
"You are going away?" she exclaimed.
"Farewell!" he said, holding out his hand to her. "I am going into the country to build a new castle for us in case we should wish to change the scene of action."
"When do you return, Benno?"
The Hereditary Prince shrugged his shoulders.
"When the Sovereign commands. My task is now to become something of an architect and farmer; this is a useful occupation. Farewell, Sidonie. If chance should bring you together with Mrs. Werner, I would be greatly indebted to you if you would not attend to the gossip of the Court, but remember that she is a worthy lady, and that I owe her a great debt of gratitude."
"Are you dissatisfied with me, my brother?" asked the Princess, anxiously.
"Make reparation for it, Siddy, as best you can. Farewell!"