Having poured out the last glass, Brühl brought forward a pipe and tobacco.
'Will you not smoke?' he said.
'You are an angel!' exclaimed Pauli opening his eyes. 'You remembered about that also. But suppose this herb intoxicates me further? What do you say?'
'It will make you sober,' said Brühl handing him the pipe.
'How can I resist such a tempting offer! Come what may, give it to me. Perchance the postillion will break his neck, and will not come. I don't wish him evil, but I would prefer that he stayed away.'
They both laughed. The councillor smoked assiduously.
'Very strong tobacco!'
'The King smokes it,' said the page,
'But he is stronger than I am.'
The tobacco evidently made him more intoxicated for he began to mumble. He smoked for a little while longer, then the pipe slipped from his hand, his head dropped, and he began to snore.