He said not a word, but his eyes were full of tears.
When he saw that I noticed his emotion he turned away angrily, vexed at having given proof of his weakness.

It was just like him.

He would rather be considered hard and heartless than soft and weak, and nothing was more repugnant to him than the idea that he had aroused suspicion of striving to enact a touching scene.

I have no doubt that at that moment he was suffering the torture of self-reproach, and probably suffered the more through being so reserved and unable to give free play to his feelings.
The Archduke could be extremely gay, and possessed an exceptionally strong sense of humour.

In his happiest years he could laugh like any youth, and carried his audience with him by his unaffected merriment.
Some years ago a German prince, who was unable to distinguish between the numerous archdukes, came to Vienna.