Direct your promenade elsewhere, and avoid meeting me in future." "Your majesty, I--" "Silence! I have heard sufficient.

You have nothing more to say to me.
Go, hide your head, that no one may recognize your shame, or the levity of the prince.

Go--and, farewell forever!" He motioned impatiently to her to retire, fastening his eyes with a fiery, penetrating glance upon her pale, agitated face, her bowed, humble attitude, and still continued to regard her as she painfully dragged herself down the walk, as if her limbs were giving way under her.

Long stood the king gazing after her, resting upon his staff; and as she disappeared at the end of the walk, he still stood there immovable.

By degrees his face assumed a milder expression.