Then the angry, wronged heart rebelled against such humiliation.

She had not so shame fully offended the Emperor, but the lover, and it was his place to entreat her not to withdraw the love which made him happy.
The young girl raised her head with fresh courage.

What had happened more than she had expected?
Because he loved her, he had become jealous, and made her feel his anger.

But if she should now persistently withdraw from him, and let him realize how deeply he had offended her, she could not fail to win the game.

In spite of all his crowns and kingdoms, he was only a man, and must not she, who in a few brief hours had forced a Maurice of Saxony to sue yearningly for her love, succeed by the might of her art and her beauty in transforming the wrath of the far older man, Charles, into his former passion?
If the Italian novels with which she was familiar did not lie, not only jealousy, but apparent indifference on the part of the beloved object, fanned the heart of man to burst into fresh flames.
It was only necessary to hold her impetuous temper in check, and profit by the jealousy which had now been aroused in Charles's mind.