'Yes,' cried Brühl passionately. 'He has stolen her from me.'
'Then he has done your Excellency a great favour,' said Henniche laughing, 'instead of one tool, you can have two.'
They looked into each other's eyes. Brühl was gloomy.
'Enough of it,' said he. 'Remember that you are mine and count on me. Your office will be here; to-morrow I shall send you an official appointment.'
Henniche bowed.
'And salary corresponding with my official position.'
'Yes, if you find the means to pay it with.'
'That is my business.'
'It is late; good-night.'
Henniche bowed and went out as quietly, as he came.