their King. Well, it was her love that crowned him.
As they reached the city, she grew more composed, being persuaded by Bernenstein that nothing in her bearing must rouse suspicion. Yet she was none the less resolved to seek Mr. Rassendyll at once. In truth she feared even then to find him dead, so strong was the hold of her dream on her: until she knew that he was alive she could not rest. Bernenstein, fearful that the strain would kill her or rob her of reason, promised everything; and declared, with a confidence which he did not feel, that beyond doubt Mr. Rassendyll was alive and well.
"But where—where?" she cried eagerly, with clasped hands.
"We're most likely, madame, to find him at Fritz von Tarlenheim's," answered the lieutenant. "He would wait there till the time came to attack Rupert, or, if the thing is over, he will have returned there."
"Then let us drive there at once," she urged.
Bernenstein, however, persuaded her to go to the palace first and let it be known that she was going to pay a visit to my wife. She arrived at the palace at eight o'clock, took a cup of chocolate, and then ordered her carriage. Bernenstein alone accompanied her when she set out for my house about nine. He was, by now, hardly less excited than the Queen herself.
