In the chamber there was not the slightest movement.
The husband of the beautiful Frances walked several times to and fro looking for a place to rest. He was obliged to content himself with a small sofa and a chair instead of a bed. He lay down, smiled sardonically, thinking about the future, then began to doze.
He dreamed of gold, diamonds, lace, of princely luxury, but not of a human face and heart; then about white clouds with his own monogram, over which there shone the coronet of a Count.
When he opened his eyes, it was already daylight. He ran down from his improvised and uncomfortable bed, and went quickly to his apartment.
First he looked at a clock and was surprised to find that it was already six o'clock, at which hour he usually began his work. When he entered his study he saw Father Guarini standing in the centre and smiling sweetly.
The Jesuit put out his hand to him; Brühl, confused and blushing slightly, kissed it. Before they spoke their eyes met. Then Guarini said mysteriously:
'Ministers cannot sleep long even the first night after their wedding, especially when they have as powerful enemies as you have.'
'With you, Father, and with the Princess's protection, I need not be afraid,' said Brühl.
'It is always necessary to be cautious,' whispered Guarini, 'kings do not rule for ever, my dear Brühl.
'But you, Fathers,' said Brühl also in a whisper, 'rule, and shall rule over the King, and his conscience.'