'The post has not yet come?' he asked Brühl.
'Not yet.'
'As soon as it comes, bring the letters at once. Where is Pauli?'
'In the marshal's room.'
'Very well, he must wait.'
Brühl bowed and returned to the window, looking through it impatiently until he perceived, galloping in on a foaming horse, a postillion with a trumpet slung across his shoulder, and a leathern bag on his chest.
The page flew downstairs as fast as he could, and before the servants had noticed the postillion, he seized hold of the letters. A silver tray was in readiness in the ante-room; Brühl placed the letters on it, and entered the King's apartment.
Augustus was walking to and fro with the Count Hoym. Seeing the page, tray, and letters, he put out his hand and took the letters and broke the seals.
Brühl waited, while the King and Hoym read the letters.
'Ah!' exclaimed Augustus. 'Be quick, and call Pauli.'