“No, my dear mistress of ceremonies,” said the queen, who was still standing in front of the looking glass and contemplating her own form, not with the contented looks of a conceited woman, but with the calm, stern eyes of a critic examining a work of art—“no, my dear mistress of ceremonies, we shall take good care not to raise a hue and cry about it. And Mr. Himmel is not so culpable, after all, as he seems to be.”
“What! Your majesty intends to defend him?”
“Not to defend, but to excuse him, my dear countess. He was at my side as my dear old teacher, and I was to him not a queen, but a pupil; and, moreover, a pupil with very beautiful shoulders. My dear countess, I am really more culpable than poor Himmel, for, if the queen becomes a pupil, she must remember that her teacher is a man, and she must not treat him merely as an automaton instructing her. The only judge who is able to decide this matter is my husband, the king. He shall pronounce judgment on it, and if he permits Mr. Himmel to come back, I shall go on with my singing-lessons. However,” added the queen, smiling, and blushing delicately, “in future I shall wrap a shawl around my shoulders. And now, my dear countess, pray let us not mention this little affair to anybody. I shall submit it to the king and ask him to decide it.”
“I shall be silent because your majesty orders me to keep the occurrence secret,” sighed the countess. “But it is unheard-of, it is dreadful. It is rank treason, and the offended royal majesty will forgive without punishing.”
“Oh, yes, I will!” exclaimed the queen, joyfully. “Forgiving without punishing, is not that the most sacred and sublime power of a queen; is it not the most brilliant gem in our crown? How miserable and deplorable would monarchs be if God had not conferred the right of mercy upon them! We stand ourselves so much in need of mercy and forbearance, for we commit errors and faults like other mortals, and yet we judge and punish like gods. Let us be merciful, therefore, that we may be judged mercifully.”
The door of the anteroom opened at this moment, and the chamberlain-in-waiting entered.
“Your majesty,” he said, “Prince Louis Ferdinand and Minister von Hardenberg beg leave to wait on your majesty.”
“I expected these gentlemen at this hour,” said the queen, glancing at the clock; “let them come in, therefore. And you, my dear countess, farewell.”
“Your majesty orders me to withdraw?” asked the mistress of ceremonies, hesitatingly, “Etiquette requires that the queen should give her audiences only in the presence of her mistress of ceremonies, or of one of her ladies of honor.”
“My dear countess,” said the queen, with a slight tinge of impatience, “I am not going to give any audience, but merely to receive a friendly visit from my royal cousin and his friend; as I know it is their intention to communicate to me matters which no one except myself can hear, I shall receive them alone. Hence be so kind as to withdraw.”