"Did your eyes, those obedient slaves, look around and find another lover ?" "Ah! your highness, how can you doubt it?
My eyes are indeed my slaves, and must obey.

Yes, they looked and found the happiness they sought." "What happiness," asked Henry, apparently quite tranquil, but he pressed his hand nervously on the chair that stood by him--"what happiness did your eyes find ?" Louise looked at him and sighed deeply.

"The happiness," she said, and against her will her voice trembled and faltered--"the happiness that a true, earnest love alone can give--which I have received joyously into my heart as a gift from God." The prince laughed aloud, but his face had a wild, despairing expression, and his hands clasped the chair more firmly.
"I do not understand your holy, pious words.

What do they mean?
What do you wish to say ?" "They mean that I now love so truly and so earnestly that I have promised to become the wife of the man I love," said Louise, with forced gayety.
The prince uttered a wild cry, and raised his hands as if to curse the one who had wounded him so painfully.
"If this is true," he said, in a deep, hollow voice--"if this is true, I despise, I hate you, and they are right who call you a heartless coquette." "Ah, my prince, you insult me," cried Louise.
"I insult you!" he said, with a wild laugh; "verily, I believe this woman has the effrontery to reproach me--I who believed in and defended her against every accusation--I that had the courage to love and trust, when all others distrusted and despised her.

Yes, madame, I loved you: I saw in you a goddess, where others saw only a coquette.