Checking her surprise and trying to look as unconcerned as possible, Aurora asked:
"War! Herr von Hagen? And against whom?"
"Russia, probably tonight, Your Highness," said the little officer. "France, tomorrow, almost certainly. The Grand Duke arrived from Berlin an hour ago, bringing with him the mobilization order for the Army Corps."
Aurora went to the window and threw it wide open. It was stiflingly hot.
"I suppose, Lieutenant, that the Grand Duke commissioned you to convey this important piece of news to me.... In that case I don't see why you needed the escort of the four hussars I see down there at the door."
Hagen blushed violently, then turned pale. "Your Highness!" he murmured.
"What?" she said, with cold dignity.
"I have another duty to perform. Will you excuse me ..."
"Come, come, Lieutenant, don't be so nervous. If you are not even capable of telling me your mission you'll never have the strength of mind to carry it out. Tell me I'm a prisoner in my own palace. That is so, isn't it?"
"Oh, Your Highness!" cried Hagen. "How could you think such a thing.... I, to accept such a ..."