'I don't wish to see them,' the Prince said extending his arm, 'nor him either; away, away--'
'Shall we let him go unpunished?' Sulkowski asked. 'It cannot be. He will carry his calumnies and spread them in other countries.'
'The Chamberlain Watzdorf? Watzdorf junior?' repeated Frederick. 'But what do you propose?' Saying this he wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
'Königstein,' said Sulkowski shortly.
There was a moment of silence. The Prince walked slowly, with bowed head. It was the first offence that he was obliged to punish.
'Where is Brühl?' he asked.
'Brühl left it to me,' answered the Count.
'Watzdorf! Königstein!' repeated Frederick sighing. Then stopping he turned to Sulkowski and said:--I don't wish to hear any more about it; do what you please.'
Sulkowski turned to Guarini, who walked behind them, and signed to him to approach, for he was the best man to amuse the Prince. The Padre ran as quickly as he could, guessing that he was needed.
'I am in despair!' cried he, 'my goose Angelo o l'amorosal is lost, flew away, seeing that Bandissin did not care for it; I am sure it will commit suicide in the forest. I rushed after it and was unfortunate to take three ladies for my goose; they will never forgive me this.'