"Madam!" she exclaimed. "Why do you foresee a danger for me that I cannot see myself? I do not understand your words. Who are you?"
"Yesterday, I was almost a Queen, but I know not what I am to-day," replied the Princess.
"But I do not wish for any crown," said Anna, "there is not one that does not burn the forehead. Why do you apply these threats to me?"
"Warnings, not threats," interrupted Lubomirska. "Forgive me, a crown is approaching your brow, the people have given it you in advance. I desire to show you its thorns."
"You are mistaken," replied the Countess calmly. "I shall not stretch forth my hands for any crown. I am too proud. Be calm."
Teschen sank on the sofa, her head drooped, and she began to weep. Her heart-breaking sobs aroused Countess Hoym's pity, and she approached her sympathetically.
"Everything that has happened to me to-day is so mysterious," said she. "Who are you?"
"Teschen," murmured the Princess softly, raising her eyes as she spoke. "You have heard of me, and you can guess why they have brought you here. A fresh face is necessary for their weary lord."
Anna uttered an indignant cry.
"Villains!" exclaimed she. "Then they would traffic with us, as though we were slaves--and we--"