Yet perhaps, after all, to the discerning eye, the purity would not be absolute.  The careful searcher might detect, in the virgin soil, the first faint traces of an unexpected vein.  In that conventual existence visits were exciting events; and, as the Duchess had many relatives, they were not infrequent; aunts and uncles would often appear from Germany, and cousins too.  When the Princess was fourteen she was delighted by the arrival of a couple of boys from Wurtemberg, the Princes Alexander and Ernst, sons of her mother’s sister and the reigning duke.  “They are both extremely tall,” she noted, “Alexander is very handsome, and Ernst has a very kind expression.  They are both extremely amiable.”  And their departure filled her with corresponding regrets.  “We saw them get into the barge, and watched them sailing away for some time on the beach.  They were so amiable and so pleasant to have in the house; they were always satisfied, always good-humoured; Alexander took such care of me in getting out of the boat, and rode next to me; so did Ernst.”  Two years later, two other cousins arrived, the Princes Ferdinand and Augustus.  “Dear Ferdinand,” the Princess wrote, “has elicited universal admiration from all parties...  He is so very unaffected, and has such a very distinguished appearance and carriage.  They are both very dear and charming young men.  Augustus is very amiable, too, and, when known, shows much good sense.”  On another occasion, “Dear Ferdinand came and sat near me and talked so dearly and sensibly.  I do so love him.  Dear Augustus sat near me and talked with me, and he is also a dear good young man, and is very handsome.”  She could not quite decide which was the handsomer of the two.  “On the whole,” she concluded, “I think Ferdinand handsomer than Augustus, his eyes are so beautiful, and he has such a lively clever expression; both have such a sweet expression; Ferdinand has something quite beautiful in his expression when he speaks and smiles, and he is so good.”  However, it was perhaps best to say that they were “both very handsome and very dear.”  But shortly afterwards two more cousins arrived, who threw all the rest into the shade.  These were the Princes Ernest and Albert, sons of her mother’s eldest brother, the Duke of Saxe-Coburg.  This time the Princess was more particular in her observations.  “Ernest,” she remarked, “is as tall as Ferdinand and Augustus; he has dark hair, and fine dark eyes and eyebrows, but the nose and mouth are not good; he has a most kind, honest, and intelligent expression in his countenance, and has a very good figure.  Albert, who is just as tall as Ernest but stouter, is extremely handsome; his hair is about the same colour as mine; his eyes are large and blue, and he has a beautiful nose and a very sweet mouth with fine teeth; but the charm of his countenance is his expression, which is most