It was true: the prince looked very pale; his eyes were dull, but he bore himself manfully, ate a little fish, trifled with a salmi of game. Yet the prince's fatigue was so evident that Ducardi asked him, softly, across the table:
"Is your highness not feeling well?..."
All eyes were raised to Othomar. He wished to give the lie to their sympathy:
"I'm all right," he replied.
"Did your highness have a bad night?" continued Ducardi.
"Not very good," Othomar was compelled to acknowledge, with a smile.
The conversation continued, the duchess gave it a new turn; but after breakfast, on the point of departure—the horses stood saddled in the courtyard—Ducardi said, bluntly:
"We should do better not to go, highness."
Othomar was astonished, refused to understand.
"You look a little fatigued, highness," added Ducardi, shortly; and, more softly, deprecatingly, "And it's not surprising either, that the last few days have been too much for you. If your highness will permit me, I would recommend you to take a rest to-day."