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"I think I have atoned, sire," said Louise, faintly; "the prince no longer loves but despises me. Your commands are fulfilled to the letter, and I now beg your majesty's permission to withdraw." "Go, madame; you have done your duty to-day, and I will also do mine. I shall not forget what I promised you when you are Madame du Trouffle. We will forget all the faults of Madame von Kleist."
I fear, my prince, you are regarded as a rejected lover, and Madame du Trouffle has succeeded in throwing a holy lustre around her beautiful brow. It is said that she refused your dishonorable proposals, and preferred being the virtuous wife of a major, to becoming the mistress of a prince." "Go on," said the prince, hastily, as Pollnitz ceased, and looked searchingly at him.
"Oh, yes, mamma, I knew it well; he has often told me so, even when I was a little girl and he was a cadet. This dreadful war is the cause of all my misery; it led to his promotion, then he must join his regiment; then, alas! I must marry another before his return." "Yes, but a noble, intellectual, and honorable cavalier, who does honor to your choice," said Du Trouffle.
But this danger is in the distance, the principal thing is that I have opened a way to my correspondence, and that is immense progress in my plans, for which I might well show my gratitude to my tender Marietta by a few caresses." Madame du Trouffle paced her room restlessly; she listened to every stroke of the clock, every sound made her tremble.
They now desired to see if this love was returned by the princess, or suffered by her as a coquette. None had gazed at this scene with such breathless sympathy, such cruel joy, as Madame du Trouffle.
Prince Henry loved this sort of fete, and often gave such at Rheinsberg, but never had he seemed to enjoy himself so thoroughly as to-day. His guests generally sympathized in his happiness, but there was one who looked upon his joyous face with bitterness. This was Louise du Trouffle, once Louise von Kleist, once the beloved of the prince.
Madame du Trouffle blushed, and directed the servant to conduct him to the parlor. Camilla looked at her roguishly, and said: "If you really think me a grown-up girl, take me with you to the parlor." Madame du Trouffle refused. "You are not properly dressed, and besides, I have important business with the count."
"No, then came the king and commanded me to give you up," murmured Louise; "then came the king, and forced me to offer up myself and my great love to your future welfare. Oh, my prince! recall that terrible hour in which we separated. I said to you that I had betrothed myself to Captain du Trouffle that of my own free choice, and influenced by love alone, I gave myself to him."
I soon found that it was stupid and dreary to have my heart unoccupied, and I sought for and soon found a lover, to whom my heart became a willing captive. Therefore, when Captain Trouffle pleaded earnestly for my hand, I had not the courage to say no. This is my only crime, your highness. I was not cruel to myself; I received the happiness that was offered.
Amelia received this proposition joyfully, and now waited impatiently for Madame du Trouffle and the soothsayer; but she was yet alone, it was not necessary to hide her grief in stoical indifference, to still the groans of agony which, like the last sighs from a death-bed, rang from her breast. The princess suffered not only from mental anguish; her body was as sick as her soul.
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