Wilhelmine had not the courage to resist this command.
As evening approached, she sent the cook, with other servants, to her apartment at Berlin, ordering them to pack her furniture and other effects, and send them by a hired wagon to Charlottenburg the following morning.

An hour previous to this she had sent the nurse and two children to Potsdam with a similar commission, ordering them to return early the next day.

Alone she now awaited with feverish anxiety Cagliostro's appearance.

Again and again she wandered through the silent, deserted rooms frightened at the sound of her own footsteps, and peering into each room as if an assassin or robber were lurking there.
She had many enemies--many there were who cursed her, and, alas! none loved her--she was friendless, save the prince, who was far away.

The tears which the princess had shed on her account weighed like a heavy burden upon her heart, burning into her very soul in this hour of lonely, sad retrospection.