_The denouement of this base intrigue of the Emperor's will be best
related in Her Imperial Highness's own words. In one of her letters,
which I have on my table as I write, she says:_
_"I saw before me in those never-to-be-forgotten days all the horrors of
a 'Maison de Sante.' What could I do? I was friendless in a strange
hotel. Even Leopold seemed disinclined to be further troubled by a
runaway sister. I knew Frau von Fritsch, that unscrupulous liar, had
accused me falsely of having secret love affairs, and that the Emperor
had directed the whole plot which was to culminate in my confinement in
an asylum. Suddenly a solution occurred to me. I remembered that
Monsieur Giron, who had already suffered greatly through his friendship
with me. If he joined me, then my flight from Dresden would be
considered as an elopement, and I should escape a living death in a
madhouse! Monsieur Giron was at that moment my only friend, and it was
for that reason that I telegraphed to him at Brussels. Well, he joined
me, and by doing so completed the Emperor's triumph."_
_The subtle, ever-scheming Madman of Europe, warped as he is in soul as
in body, had, with his true Hun craftiness and unscrupulousness, aided
by Judicial Councillor Loehlein and the spy Von Metzsch, succeeded in
hounding down an honest, defenceless woman as high born as his own
diseased self, and casting her in ignominy and shame out of his now
doomed Empire._