"I cannot help it. For Heaven's sake, act quickly--some one is coming!" She was trembling in every limb with fear--but it was no member of the party sent to summon her. A short man with clear cut features stood beside her, shrewd loyal eyes met her glance. "I saw that you were still here, Countess, can I serve you in any way?"
"Thank Heaven, it is Ludwig Gross!" cried the excited woman joyously, taking his arm. "Can you get me to your father's house without being seen?"
"Certainly, I can guide you across the stage, if you wish!"
"Quick, then! Farewell, Prince--be generous and forgive me!"
She vanished.
The prince was too thoroughly a man of the world to betray his feelings even for an instant. The short distance down the staircase afforded him ample time to decide upon his course. The misfortune had happened, and could no longer be averted--but it concerned himself alone. Her name and position must be guarded.
"Have you come without the countess?" called the duchess.
"I must apologize for her, Your Highness. The performance has so completely unstrung her nerves that she is unable to travel to-day. I have just placed her in her landlord's charge promising not only to make her apologies to the ladies, but also endeavor to supply her place."
"Oh, poor Countess Wildenau!" said the duchess, kindly. "Shall we not go to her assistance?"
"Permit me to remind your Highness that we have not a moment to lose, if we wish to catch the train!"