Farewell, Wilhelmine, the evening sets in, and I must forth to Potsdam.

The king would never pardon me if I did not pass the last evening with my wife in the circle of my family.

Farewell!" He embraced her tenderly, and Wilhelmine accompanied the prince to the carriage, and returned to survey anew the beautiful rooms which were now her own possession.

An unspeakable, unknown feeling was roused in her, and voices, which she had never heard, spoke to her from the depths of her heart.

"You are no longer a despised, homeless creature," they whispered.