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Yes, in another manner. Send them out to the powder mills by the Oranienburger gate. Festivities? The scene changes to the room of Act I. BARONET HOTHAM comes in cautiously through the centre door, followed by KAMKE. A hall with four doors? Quite right. The Princess' room there? And the Queen's here? It looks deuced niggardly and close-fisted.
Efforts had been made in his favor, and the police were ready to set him free. M. Kamke, his kind friend, took him home, and entertained him for a week; but an order came from Berlin to send the prisoner back to Russia, and he received warning in time to escape.
No, no, Kamke, the White Lady but come quickly now, quickly. FRAU VON VIERECK, FRAU VON HOLZENDORF, and about six more ladies enter cautiously, one by one, through the centre door. Hush! Step cautiously! It's all quiet here if only these wretched shoes of mine didn't creak so. What can Her Majesty the Queen be planning for tonight? Has His Majesty the King gone from home?
At the end of that time he was again summoned to the police-court, where two officials whom he already knew told him sadly that the order to send him back to Russia had come from Berlin: they could but give him time to escape at his own risk, and pray God for his safety. He went back to his friend M. Kamke: a plan was organized at once, and by the morrow he was on the way to Dantzic.
And now be ready to receive the ladies at the little side stairway. They will arrive in sedan chairs. Ah, at last a festival of which the Prussian Court need not be ashamed. Kamke, why are you draping that window? The Queen has taken all responsibility. She risks her own freedom for that of her daughter, and will receive the Prince of Wales tonight in strictest incognito.
Have you seen Kamke? Your Majesty's lackey? No, Your Majesty. He's been gone so long. I sent him to the Prince of Baireuth. To me? If I may judge by the letters the Prince brings me from my son, he himself will one day be one of the best sovereigns of our century. The field is all in my favor. My son, who judges men so keenly, assures me that I may trust this Prince completely.
He wrote; he received a kind but vague reply; delays followed, and investigations into the truth of his story; his anguish of mind was reaching a climax in which he felt that his dagger would be his best friend after all. A citizen of the place, a M. Kamke, a total stranger, offered to go bail for him: his story had got abroad and excited the deepest sympathy.
Translate it into sober language for him. May I light Your Majesty on your visit to A drawing-room in the QUEEN's apartments. A window to the right. Three doors, centre, right, and left. Candles on the tables, playing-cards, and tea service. KAMKE stands on a step-ladder fastening a large curtain over the window. Two lackeys are assisting him. There!
The bail was not effected without difficulty: ultimately, he was declared free, however, but the chief of police intimated that he had better remain in Königsberg for the present. Anxious to show his gratitude to his benefactors, fearful, too, of being suspected, he tarried for a week, which he passed in the family of the generous M. Kamke.
Your Majesty is laying plots? Kamke has just shown him in. Here he is, Your Majesty. This is a surprise, Prince. I did not hear you enter. Your Majesty was so deeply absorbed in thought The good fellow met me just as I was about to leave my hotel. He gave me Your Majesty's gracious command. My heartiest thanks for the letters from my worthy son.
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