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"Who?" said Madame von Brandt, once more searching her pocket. "The king," Morien answered, surprised at the question; "he must have left the saloon; I saw him a few moments since in conversation with Pollnitz." "With Pollnitz," said she eagerly, and she searched again in every direction for him.
"I know it," said Jaschinsky, turning pale, "and I believe that Baron Pollnitz is well content not to belong to the officers." "Perhaps you, sir count, may also cease to belong to them?" "What do you mean by that?" said Jaschinsky, anxiously. "I mean simply that Colonel Jaschinsky belongs to those officers who are forbidden to make debts, but that he disregards the law."
She understood him fully; she felt that he was happy, and wished all around him to partake of his joy. Baron von Pollnitz was ill at ease; for three days he had sought relief diligently, but had no alleviation. He found himself in the antediluvian condition of our great forefather Adam, while he loitered away his time in Paradise. Like Adam, Pollnitz had no gold.
My young and innocent friend, a man like Pollnitz is not easily deceived; his eyes are sharp enough to pierce the veil of the most charming little intrigue, and probe it to the bottom!
"That is indeed a most unhappy circumstance," said the king, aloud. "Hasten, Pollnitz, to inquire in my name after the health of this gifted young singer. If she is still suffering, take one of my carriages and conduct her yourself to her home, and do not leave her till you can bring me satisfactory intelligence as to her recovery."
"By my thoughtless repetition of that hypocritical man's words, I procured him the new house, but I have also given him a coat-of-arms; and I wager the privy councillor would willingly relinquish the former, if he could thereby get rid of the latter." "Pollnitz, why are you looking so grave?" asked the king at this moment.
Disgrace and shame upon Baron Pollnitz! may he be despised, lonely, and neglected in the hour of death; may remorse, the worm of conscience, feed upon his soul, and drive him hither and thither, restless and homeless all his life long!" She uttered a wild cry, and sank back powerless and broken in her chair.
"Silence!" cried the king, hastily; "I do not wish to know their names, I should have to punish them also. He has then gone, and without any hesitation, any reluctance?" "Yes, sire, without hesitation. He thinks he has the right to go where he pleases, and to amuse himself as he can." "Order the carriage, Pollnitz," said the king. "Without doubt my brother has taken the shortest road to Berlin?"
The king opened the door of the cabinet, and, jesting merrily, he mingled with the crowd, while Pollnitz remained near the door, and cast a searching glance around the room. Presently a mocking smile flitted over his face, and he said to himself: "There, there are all three of them. There is the modestly dressed nun who would not be recognized as Madame von Morien.
"No, this will I not do!" said Boden, resolutely; "your majesty can dismiss me, but you cannot force me to act against my conscience." "Boden!" cried the king in so loud and angry a tone that even the two listening courtiers trembled and turned pale. "This man is already a corpse," whispered Pollnitz. "I already smell, even here, the refreshing fragrance of his body.
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