'I saw Frosch in the ante-room,' continued the Jesuit, 'he looks as if someone had put him into vinegar; he cries because he cannot play tricks on Horch.[[2]] They sit in opposite corners and put out their tongues at each other.'
'It must be very amusing!' whispered the Prince: 'but it would not be decorous for me to see it; it is the time of mourning.'
The Jesuit was silent.
'Frosch is very amusing, and I like him,' added the Prince, and looked at Sulkowski, who walked softly to and fro. The Padre tried to read the Count's face, but saw only pride and self-satisfaction. The Prince pointed at him and whispered--'Good friend--all my hopes are centred in him--but for him I could not have peace.'
The Jesuit nodded in sign of approval
Sulkowski knowing that to prolong the conversation would bore the Prince, came to him and said:
'It is difficult to find amusement for your Royal Highness amid so many troubles.'
'I think,' said the Jesuit, 'that with your good-will everything can be done.'
'Yes, in Saxony,' answered Sulkowski at whom the Prince was looking and nodding affirmatively, 'but in Poland--'
'Our late King left many friends and faithful servants there. What does Brühl say?' asked Guarini.