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Indeed , had the Countess but known it , her presence there was a great disappointment to the two noblewomen , for the close relationship of the younger to the Archbishop of Treves rendered it impossible that she should be offered the honor about to be bestowed upon the younger and more beautiful Countess von Sayn . The Archbishop of Mayence , although a resident of the Castle , partook of refreshment in the smallest room of the suite reserved for him , where he was waited upon by his own servants and catered for by his own cook . When the great Rhine salmon , smoking hot , was placed upon the table , Cologne was generous in his praise of it , and related again , for the information of his host and household , the story of the English Princess who had partaken of a similar fish , doubtless in this same room . Despite the historical bill of fare , and the mildly exhilarating qualities of the excellent Oberweseler wine , whose delicate reddish color the sentimental Archbishop compared to the blush on a bride 's cheeks , the social aspect of the midday refection was overshadowed by an almost indefinable sense of impending danger . In the pseudogenial conversation of the two Archbishops there was something forced : the attitude of the elderly hostess was one of unrelieved gloom . After a few conventional greetings to her young guest , she spoke no more during the meal . Her daughter , who sat beside the Countess on the opposite side of the table from his Lordship of Cologne , merely answered `` Yes '' or `` No '' to the comments of the lady of Sayn praising the romantic situation of the Castle , its unique qualities of architecture , and the splendid outlook from its battlements , eulogies which began enthusiastically enough , but finally faded away into silence , chilled by a reception so unfriendly .