“And did not the conviction that he is in evil case force itself upon you?”

“I felt it so keenly that I spoke to Dr. Mathys of his feeble appearance, his bowed figure, and the other things which I would so gladly have seen otherwise.”

“And these things?  Speak frankly!”

“These things,” replied the major-domo, after a brief hesitation, “are the melancholy moods to which his Majesty often resigns himself for hours.”

“And which remind you of Queen Juana, our unhappy mother?” asked the Queen with downcast eyes.

“Remind is a word which your Majesty will permit me to disclaim,” replied Quijada resolutely.  “The great thinker, who never loses sight of the most distant goal, who weighs and considers again and again ere he determines upon the only right course in each instance—­the great general who understands how to make far-reaching plans for military campaigns as ably as to direct a cavalry attack—­the statesman whose penetration pierces deeper than the keen intelligence of his famous councillors—­the wise law-giver, the ruler with the iron strength of will and unfailing memory, is perhaps the soundest person mentally among all of us at court-nay, among the millions who obey him.  But, so far as my small share of knowledge extends, melancholy has nothing to do with the mind.  It is dependent upon the state of the spirits, and springs from bile——­”

“You learned that from Dr. Mathys,” interrupted the royal lady, “and the quacks repeat it from their masters Hippocrates and Galen.  Such parrot gabble does not please me.  To my woman’s reason, it seems rather that when the mind is ill we should try a remedy whose effect upon it has already been proved, and I think I have found it.”

“I am still ignorant of it,” replied Quijada eagerly; “but I would swear by my saint that you have hit upon the right expedient.”

“Listen, then, and this time I believe you will have no cause to repent your hasty oath.  Since death robbed our sovereign lord of his wife, and the gout has prevented his enjoyment of the chief pleasures of life—­hunting, the tournament, and the other pastimes which people of our rank usually pursue—­in what can he find diversion?  The masterpieces of painters and other artists, the inventions of mechanicians and clock-makers, and the works of scholars have no place here, but probably——­”

“Then it is the noble art of music which your Majesty has in view,” Quijada eagerly interrupted.  “Admirable!  For, since the days of King Saul and the harper David——­”

“There is certainly no better remedy for melancholy,” said the Queen, completing the exclamation of the loyal man.  “But it could affect no one more favourably than the Emperor.  You yourself know how keen a connoisseur he is, and how often this has been confirmed by our greatest masters.  Need I remind you of the high mass in Cologne, at which the magnificent singing seemed fairly to reanimate