"No. To-day I will be angry with no one. To-day I am ready to forgive my mortal foe. Let him come in."
But at the sight of the visitor, as he passed through the doorway, the champagne glass which had been raised for the toast fell from Heinrich's hand, and he himself collapsed into a chair.
The visitor was Gottlieb Klausner; he had entered the banqueting-room in his simple black cassock.
He made straight for his son, and, placing his muscular hand on his shoulder, shook him out of his benumbing stupefaction.
"What do you want with Prince Casimir Moskowski?" exclaimed old Prince Sonnenburg.
The clergyman, in a dry, scornful voice, replied: "This man is not Count Casimir Moskowski, but my son, Heinrich Klausner, betrayer, impostor, thief."
Then, scarcely audible, he murmured to his son: "Rise and follow me."
Heinrich rose mechanically from the table and allowed his father to seize his hand.
Then the Princess Ingola, full of fear, shrieked: "My husband! What are you doing with my husband?"
The clergyman turned round, and with his long, lean, extended arm indicated another visitor whom he had brought with him; and who, before he made his appearance, had been leaning against the lintel of the door.