Don Luis Quijada reappeared with the marquise, and conducted both ladies out of the imperial apartment.
Outside the door the major-domo detained Barbara, and had a tolerably long conversation with her, of which the marquise vainly endeavoured to catch even a few words.
At last he committed the girl to the old nobleman's charge and returned to the Emperor.
The marquise received Barbara with the assurance that she had found in her a warm, nay, a maternal friend.
If this beautiful creature was not alreadv the object of the Emperor's love, the experienced old woman told herself, she must very soon become so.
Yet there had never been a favourite at this monarch's court, and she was curious to learn what position would be assigned to her.
After accompanying the girl intrusted to her care down the stairs with flattering kindness, she committed her to the musicians and Wolf, who, with old Blomberg, were awaiting her in the chapel with increasing impatience.

The captain had obtained admittance through Wolf.
At her first glance at Barbara the eyes of the old marquise had rested on the glittering star which the Emperor had fastened on the lady of his love.
The men did not notice it until after they had congratulated the singer upon her exquisite performance and the effect which it had produced upon his Majesty.
Maestro Gombert perceived it before the others, and Captain Blomberg and Wolf rejoiced with him and Appenzelder over this tangible proof of the imperial favour.
A conversation about the Emperor's judgment and the rarity with which he bestowed such costly tokens of his regard was commencing in the chapel, but Barbara speedily brought it to a close by the assurance that she was utterly exhausted and needed rest.
On the way home she said very little, but when Wolf, in the second story of the house, held out his hand in farewell, she pressed it warmly, and thanked him with such evident emotion that the young man entered his rooms full of hope and deep secret satisfaction.
After Barbara had crossed the threshold of hers, she said good-night to her father, who wished to learn all sorts of details, alleging that she could scarcely speak from weariness.
The old gentleman went to rest grumbling over the weakness of women in these days, to which even his sturdy lass now succumbed; but Barbara threw herself on her knees beside the bed in her room, buried her face in the pillows, and sobbed aloud.

Another feeling, however, soon silenced her desire to weep.

Her lover's image and the memory of the happy moments which she had just experienced returned to her mind.
Besides, she must hasten to arrange her hair again, and--this time with her own hands--change her clothing.
While she was loosening her golden tresses and gazing into the mirror, her eyes again sparkled with joy.

The greatest, the loftiest of mortals loved her.