"That's impossible," he muttered, curtly.
All were silent.
"It's impossible," he, repeated, dully.
"Then his highness will marry, sir," said Barzia.
The emperor stood still:
"What do you mean?" he asked, gruffly.
"That nothing can prevail with your majesty in this most important matter ... except your own sense of what is right and reasonable."
The emperor's breath came in short gasps between his full, sensual lips; his veins swelled thick on his low, Roman forehead; his strong fists were clenched. No one had ever seen Oscar like this before; nor had any one ever dared so to address him....
"Explain yourself more clearly," he thundered into the professor's rigid face.
Barzia did not move a muscle: