"Max, what do you think brings the King here to-day?"
Max professed himself at a loss.
"He's come about you," she said. "We've been talking about you."
"Have you? What about me?" he asked, going up to her. She rose and laid her hand on his arm.
"The King is going to give our side a turn," she said with a marvellous composure and even an appearance of gaiety.
"What?" cried Max. "Are you going to send Wetter to Paris, sire?"
"No," said I. "Not Wetter. He doesn't want it now, and anyhow he's not fit for it."
"He doesn't want it! Oh, but he does!"
"Max, you mustn't contradict the King. But one of our people is to have it. Guess who it is!"
He shrugged his shoulders.