"
"Indeed, you shall vote enthusiastically for him, because you know in
your own heart he is the man Germany needs."
"Was there ever such a change of front?" cried the Archbishop. "Why, my
dear, the charges you so hotly made against his Highness are as nothing
to what he has himself confessed; yet now he is the savior of Germany,
when previously--Ah, well, I must not play the tale-bearer."
"Prince Roland," cried the girl, "my kinsman, Father Ambrose, said he
met you in Frankfort, although now I believe him to have been mistaken."
"Oh no; I encountered the good Father on the bridge."
"There now!" exclaimed the Archbishop, "what do you say to that, my
lady?"
She seemed perplexed by the admission, but quickly replied to his
Lordship:
"'Twas you said that could not be, as he was a close prisoner in
Ehrenfels." She continued, addressing the Prince: "Father Ambrose
asserted that you were a companion of drinkers and brawlers in a low
wine cellar of Frankfort."
"Quite true; a score of them."
The girl became more and more perplexed.
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