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'Is this some pretty arrangement of yours, sir? Am I an intruder at an assignation, or is this a trap with M. de Bruhl in the background? Answer, sirrah! he continued, working himself rapidly into a passion. 'Which am I to understand is the case? 'Neither, sire, I answered with as much dignity as I could assume, utterly surprised and mystified as I was by Madame's presence.
"Ah!" said the countess, smiling, "all know that no one can flatter so exquisitely as Count Bruhl." "But I am not always paid with the same coin, Antonia," said the count, earnestly. "Look at this poem, that the King of Prussia has written of me. Truly, there is no flattery in it." While reading, the countess's countenance was perfectly clear; not the slightest cloud was to be seen upon her brow.
Friedrich knows the high Queen's indignation; but he little guesses, at this time, the humor of Bruhl and the Polish Majesty. He has never yet sent the Old Dessauer in upon them; always only keeps him on the slip, at Magdeburg; still hoping actualities may not be needed.
Here is another Clipping: ... "Polish Majesty passes the day at Struppen, amid many vain noises of Soldiering, of Diplomatizing; the night always at Konigstein, and finally both day and night, quite luxuriously accommodated, Bruhl and he, to the very end of this Affair. At the Prussian lines, he is informed, 'Yes, you can go; but, without our King's Order, you cannot return. 'What?
I Undeceive Esther I set out for Germany Adventure Near Cologne The Burgomaster's Wife; My Conquest of Her Ball at Bonn Welcome From the Elector of Cologne Breakfast at Bruhl First Intimacy I sup Without Being Asked at General Kettler's I am Happy I Leave Cologne The Toscani The Jewel My Arrival at Stuttgart
M. de Bruhl, he added, standing erect, and looking for the moment, with all his paint and frippery, a king, 'M. de Bruhl, repeat your story. The feelings with which I listened to this controversy may be imagined.
Dismissing him with a nod, I turned with a smile to M. de Bruhl, and saw that between rage at this unexpected check and chagrin at the insult put upon him, his discomfiture was as complete as I could wish. As for Fresnoy, if he had seriously intended to dispute our passage, he was no longer in the mood for the attempt. Yet I did not let his master off without one more prick.
Winterfeldt having sworn, repeated these words after him, "Amen!" said the king; "God and Virgil have heard us." Count Bruhl, first minister to the King of Saxony, gave to-day a magnificent fete in his palace, in honor of his wife, whose birthday it was. The feast was to be honored by the presence of the King of Poland, the Prince Elector of Saxony, Augustus III., and Maria Josephine, his wife.
In fine, I saw myself, equally with Bruhl, a puppet in this man's hands, my goings out and my comings in watched and reported to him, his mercy the only bar between myself and destruction. At any moment I might be arrested as a Huguenot, the enterprise in which I was engaged ruined, and Mademoiselle de la Vire exposed to the violence of Bruhl or the equally dangerous intrigues of the League.
. . . Count Bruhl has communicated to me the letters which he received by the last post from the Saxon resident at Venice, who says that the Pretender's son had been at Venice for some days; that he has received two expresses from his father at Rome since his being there; but that nobody knew how long he intended to stay there. . . Mons.
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