He dropped his theological lingo and continued: "My fine daughter-in-law wants to be everybody's lady-love. If she had her sweet will, she would ruin every young chap in the residence and the surrounding country."
He looked about him and, seeing we were unobserved, eased his bile in this pretty epigram as rank as a serpent's saliva: "An adulterous wife, that's what you are. Satan alone knows how many you seduced."
It was more than I could stand and I burst into tears. In moments like this women always cry, but even if I hadn't felt like doing so, I would have cried because George hates it.
"Prove to me, prove to the King that you are sorry for what you have done, return to the path of righteousness, to God, and we will see about the children," he whispered as he moved away.
"What does he know?" "How much have they found out?" I kept saying to myself as I withdrew to my lonely apartments.
Pillnitz, May 24, 1901.
No answer to the questions in my last entry. The silent persecution continues unabated. I am growing desperate.
Pillnitz, May 25, 1901.