Guarini stood sighing.
'I never insisted on treating anyone severely,' rejoined Brühl. 'I was and I am for clemency, but there are proofs of such ingratitude--'
The Jesuit raised his eyes and sighed again. He and Brühl both watched the King's every movement and did not know what to think. Never before had he been a riddle to them, knowing him they were sure of being able to make him give in, but the question was, how to do it without wearying him, for then he would be angry with them for tiring him. Brühl looked at Guarini as though urging him to finish the matter. The Padre looked back at the minister with the same silent request. Augustus directed his gaze steadily to the floor.
'What are your Majesty's orders?' asked Brühl persisting.
'What about?' muttered the King.
'About Sulkowski.'
'Ah! yes--yes--'
And again he looked down at the floor.
At length he turned to Brühl, and as it seemed with a great effort, pointing to the table, said:
'Leave the papers until to-morrow.'