She wrenched herself free from the grasp of the princess, who, with pitying heart, understood all now.

Poor unhappy Gretchen! "Here I am, Leopold!" the goose-girl cried, pressing her body against the bars and thrusting her hands through them.
"The devil!" murmured the man in the other cell.
"You here, Gretchen ?" The king covered her hands with passionate kisses.
"Yes, yes! They have made a dreadful mistake.

You are no spy from Jugendheit." "No, Gretchen," said the voice from the next cell.

"He is far worse than that.

He is the king, Gretchen, the king." "Uncle!" in anguish.
"Let us have it over with," replied Prince Ludwig sadly.
"The king ?" Gretchen laughed shrilly.