Count Brühl

magnificence by which he was surrounded, Augustus II began to be wearied. They wanted him to marry for the sake of distracting his thoughts--he yawned and la

tract him, in his memory there passed in review an endless number of lovely forms, shining for a moment and withered so quickly. The Princess Tubonirska was old,

built by him in the Old City, the Catholic c

ve orders that he was to be driven to Moritzburg and there find nothing to interest him. Dresden simply bored him. Had anyone s

ond, the day of St Hubert patron of hunting, was always celebrated with a great display; the two courts, that of the King and tha

ness. On New Year's day the market at Leipzig attracted him; the horse dealers promised to bring splen

ces of the women were withered, that their eyes lacked fire, and their lips were pale. He thought that he would enjoy Poland better,

aces; but he, who from a page had become the minister, was indispensable to t

ers, Italians, Frenchmen, Dutch, Danes, Prussians, Bavarians flourished at the c

maintaining that those made the best servants whos

ple. The Polish and Saxon courts were ready for the journey. The rooms were filled with t

s father, while his wife, the Princess Josepha, was majestic. Frederick looked into his father's eyes and

towards the Secretary of

ave you t

jesty!' answe

s face br

to you--he is the man who relieved me of my money troubles.

's eyes, as though wishing to sh

, those Polish, so-called friends and faithful servants, suck as Lipski, Hozynsz and others, are all afraid of the nobility, and they fool me. But let us be patien

e-room. The officials and clergy stood quietly in a corner. The King smiled to all. He repeated to the huntsmen his order to take

urghers, at whom the King only glanced and whom he commanded to pay their

ntil the King returned, when it would

age still stood in the courtyard of the castle. The King's favourite came out thoughtfully and saw Sulkowsk

e tenderest friendship. S

once more to win a place in your affection

also remind you of our agreement. In good

Brühl. I love you, I respect you, I

a proof

me that opportunity! Dear Count, I am yours

ghing. 'Grand bien vous fasse, you shall

t s

tand in your way. One must be as br

and the only bliss,'

him on the shoulde

zynski is right

!' protes

nything at court. You and the Countess Moszynsk

lders. 'My heart owns o

is waiting

o you. And it is time that Frances was

s!' Brühl

Countess Moszyns

l seized Sulk

nce. I fear whether I sufficiently showed my respect and attachment t

then, my Brühl, you will not be without protectors. Padre Guarini tries to convert you, the Countess think

th me,' said Brühl.--'I would give up

owski laughing. 'And now good luck to your journ

ir wives an

ask after me--but I doubt

!' sai

ready reach

à la vie,

end of the courtyard Padre Guarini was standing, making the sign of