'I shall reconcile you,' said he, 'wait!'
They both looked at him, for the reconciliation was a doubtful one.
'Let the culprit go,' said Watzdorf, 'and in his place, as a good actor is necessary, put one of the ministers. There are no better actors than they! And as Faustina would not quarrel with a minister, there will be peace.'
Guarini nodded, Faustina became silent, and threw herself on a sofa. The Jesuit took the chamberlain by the arm and led him to the window.
'Carissimo!' he said sweetly, 'it is still very far to hot weather, and you seem already to be sun-struck.'
'No, I am not mad yet,' said Watzdorf, 'I cannot guarantee, however, that I shall not become mad soon.'
'What is the matter with you? Confess!'
'Shall Faustina's knee be a confessional?'
'What a heathen!' laughed the Jesuit, 'What is the matter with you? Tell me!'
'The world seems to me stupid, that's all!'