She paused, as if unable to express in words the enormity of such a deed.
“But,” continued she, “this is a matter over which the Czar hath no jurisdiction. The Orphan Asylum is my own private property, and if I choose to decorate its exterior with a historic picture, who shall say me nay?”
“My mother speaks truly,” said Alexander. “If you would have the picture withdrawn, it is to her you must address your persuasions.”
“You will choose, Sire,” said Pahlen, “between the removal of the picture or the resignation of your chancellor.”
The Empress laughed contemptuously.
“Chancellors are cheap enough!”
The singing of the national anthem, having now come to an end, was superseded by various cries, the most frequent being, “Down with the Ministry!”
“The voice of the people is the voice of God,” said the Empress. “Go forth! Show yourself! Give them the answer they desire. Tell them that Czar and justice are the same word.”
Her authority over the Emperor was great, and she seemed pleased that the ministers should see it.