Some were amusing themselves with the lively, witty chat of the son of the Prince of Prussia, the little ten-year-old, Prince Frederick William.

He was dressed as the God of Love, with bow and quiver, dancing around, and, with an early-ripened instinct, directing his arrow at the most beautiful and fascinating ladies in the room.
Prince Henry paid no attention to all this; his wandering glance sought only the beautiful Louise, and a deep sigh escaped him at not having found her.

Hastily he stepped through the rows of dancers which separated the two cavaliers from him.
"It appears," murmured Baron Kalkreuth to his friend, "it appears to me that the prince would like to get rid of us.

He wishes to be entirely unobserved.

I think we can profit by this, and therefore I shall take leave of you for a while, and seek my own adventures." "I advise you," murmured Baron Kaphengst, laughingly, "to appoint no rendezvous for to-morrow." "And why not, friend ?" "Because you will not be able to appear; for you will doubtless be in arrest." "That is true, and I thank you for your prudent advice, and shall arrange all my rendezvous for the day after to-morrow.