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"I desire that, between you and me, all should be done gently; for I have not forgotten, my old friend, that you were kind to me from the first, and for a period of years a faithful servant. I will thus dismiss the matters on which you waive immediate inquiry. But you have certain papers actually in your hand. Come, Herr Greisengesang, there is at least one point for which you have authority.
It proved to be a pencil billet, which the crafty Greisengesang had found the means to scribble and despatch under the very guns of Otto; and the daring of the act bore testimony to the terror of the actor. For Greisengesang had but one influential motive: fear. The note ran thus: 'At the first council, procuration to be withdrawn. CORN. GREIS.
There was some paper on the table, and Otto, sitting down, wrote a passport in the name of Sir John Crabtree. "Affix the seal, Herr Cancellarius," he said, in his most princely manner, as he rose. Greisengesang produced a red portfolio, and affixed the seal in the unpoetic guise of an adhesive stamp; nor did his perturbed and clumsy movements at all lessen the comedy of the performance.
But to touch upon these trifles; instance me a few. 'The routine of government, from which your Highness has so wisely dissociated his leisure . . . began Greisengesang. 'We will leave my leisure, sir, said Otto. 'Approach the facts. 'The routine of business was proceeded with, replied the official, now visibly twittering.
Scandal was at the door, with what a fatal following she dreaded to conceive; and at the same time among the voices that now began to summon her by name, she recognised the Chancellor's. He or another, somebody must be the first. 'Is Herr von Greisengesang without? she called. 'Your Highness yes! the old gentleman answered. 'We have heard cries, a fall. Is anything amiss?
The grasp of the falling Baron had torn down the dainty fabric of the bodice; and "O Highness!" cried Greisengesang, appalled, "the terrible disorder of your toilette!" "Take up that flounce," she said; "the man may die." Greisengesang turned in a flutter to the Baron, and attempted some innocent and bungling measures. "He still breathes," he kept saying. "All is not yet over; he is not yet gone."
'It this so, Herr Cancellarius? demanded Otto sternly. 'It was judged right, your Highness, protested Greisengesang. 'The decree was in due form, invested with your Highness's authority by procuration. I am but an agent; I had no status to prevent the measure. 'This man, my guest, has been arrested, said the Prince. 'On what grounds, sir? With what colour of pretence?
'You assure me, your sovereign, that since the date of my departure nothing has occurred of which you owe me an account. 'I take your Highness, I take the Herr Doctor to witness, cried Greisengesang, 'that I have had no such expression. 'Halt! said the Prince; and then, after a pause: 'Herr Greisengesang, you are an old man, and you served my father before you served me, he added.
"Your Highness, I am unaware," answered Greisengesang, true to his policy. "The disposition of the guards is a matter distinct from my functions." Otto turned upon the old man fiercely, but ere he had time to speak, Gotthold touched him on the arm. He swallowed his wrath with a great effort. "It is well," he said, taking the roll. "Follow me to the Flag Tower."
It was not a large body. At the instance of Gondremark, it had undergone a strict purgation, and was now composed exclusively of tools. Three secretaries sat at a side-table. Seraphina took the head; on her right was the Baron, on her left Greisengesang; below these Grafinski the treasurer, Count Eisenthal, a couple of non-combatants, and, to the surprise of all, Gotthold.
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