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We believed at one time that you were not going to honor us with a second visit. Now to dress, both of us; at ten Madame the duchess arrives with General Duckwitz and Colonel Mollendorf, who is no relation to the late minister of police in Bleiberg." Underneath all this Maurice discerned a shade of mockery, and it disturbed him. "First, I should like to know " he began.
He moved toward the nearest group. "The archbishop has dismissed the cabinet... crisis imminent." "The Austrian minister has recalled his invitations to the embassy ball." "The archbishop will not be able to form another cabinet." "Count von Wallenstein..." "Mollendorf and Beauvais, too " "The king is dying... The archbishop has been given full powers."
Halle and the Camp have enough to think of, for this day and the next. Whither Mollendorf went next, we will not ask: perhaps to Brunswick and other consanguineous places? Certain it is,
But what is to become of our friends the Marshal and Mollendorf? What will be left for them? Perhaps there will be a chamber of war, a chamber of the navy. As a naval minister the Marshal would be nicely placed. There would be no expense of building ships or paying sailors, which would speak well for the economy of the new government. The Marshal is old; we shall send him to Servia.
Mollendorf appears in Halle suddenly next morning, Monday, about ten o'clock, sixteen postilions trumpeting, and at their swiftest trot, in front of him; shooting, like a melodious morning-star, across the rusty old city, in this manner, to Dieskau Camp, where he gives the Old Dessauer his good news. Excellent Victory indeed; sharp striking, swift self-help on our part.
Ten minutes after the Marshal's departure, von Wallenstein and Mollendorf entered the prelate's breakfast room. "Good morning, Messieurs," said the churchman, the expression on his face losing its softness, and the glint of triumph stealing into his keen eyes. "I am acting on behalf of his Majesty this morning," presenting a document to each. "Observe them carefully." He turned and left the room.
The fortified city of Erfurt was garrisoned with fourteen thousand Prussians under Mollendorf, who, on the first summons, capitulated to Murat, the general of the French cavalry. The hereditary Prince of Orange was also taken prisoner on this occasion.
The outlook was not rose-colored. He set to work to challenge each of his jailers, but this did not serve. At five o'clock the bluff old Colonel Mollendorf came in. He dismissed the troopers, who were glad enough to be relieved. "I'll be responsible for the prisoner from now on," he said. As soon as he and Maurice were alone he propped his chin and contemplated the sullen face of the prisoner.
Surely, if a precious, a very prickly Pomegranate, to clutch hold of on different sides, after such a climb! The Austrians make stiff fight; have abatis, multiplex defences; and Mollendorf has a furious wrestle with this last remnant, holding out wonderfully, till at length the abatis itself catches fire, in the musketry, and they have to surrender.
That tall, angular old man, in the long, gray frock, with decorations, is Marshal Kampf. You must meet him; he is the wittiest man in Bleiberg. The gentleman with the red beard is Mollendorf of the police. And beside him yes, the little man with glasses and a loose cravat is Count von Wallenstein, the minister of finance. That is the chancellor talking to the archbishop. Ah, Mr.
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