The outside world, which loved her, never heard of these bitter passages between father and child.

Like Cinderella, she sometimes disappeared from joyous things at midnight; the next heard of her, she was in Vienna, or at Schloss Marlanx.
If the Duke of Perse repented of his bargain in giving his daughter to the Iron Count, he was never known to intimate as much.

He loved Ingomede in his own, hard way.

No doubt he was sorry for her.

It is a fact that she was sorry for him.