To this the Prince answered: 'Pshaw!' and waved his hand.
Sulkowski looked suspiciously at the Jesuit, who assumed a humble and quiet mien.
At that moment Moszynski was announced, and the Prince ordered him to be shown in.
'I wished to take leave of your Royal Highness,' he said bending to kiss Frederick's hand. 'I am going to Warsaw: we cannot neglect the election.'
'Very well, go then,' said the Prince sighing. 'Although Brühl assures me--'
'Brühl knows neither Poland nor the Poles,' said Moszynski with fervour. 'It is our affair.'
Suddenly, Frederick rose, and exclaimed as if he had recollected something:
'By the bye! You are going to Warsaw! Pray remember about those hounds that were left in Wilanow. I must have them! Send someone by porte-chaise with them. There are no better hounds than they are. You know--'
'Yes, they are black,' said Moszynski.
'Jupiter, Diana, and Mercury,' enumerated the Prince. 'Pray send them to me at once.'