I have no fear of her.
But the king I have to fear," cried she suddenly, shrinking with terror.
In the meeting with the princess she had forgotten him, her anguish, her anxiety for the future.

All were forgotten for the moment--to be recalled with renewed terror.
"Thank Heaven," she said, "I have escaped.

For the moment I am safe! What will the prince do, when he finds that we have fled from Potsdam?
Will he divine where we have gone?
Will he come to seek me?
If he still loves me--if I am really the happy rival of his wife and every other court lady--yes, then he will come.

Then he will know where to find his Wilhelmine.

But if it is true, what malicious people have repeated to me, with feigned sympathy, that the prince loves another--that he has withdrawn his love from me, is indifferent and cold--then he will not seek me; then I shall remain here alone!--alone, with my children, this long, fearful night! What, then, if I am alone?
No, oh, no! I will not believe that I am forsaken.