'I see that Moszynski is right in hating you.'
'Nonsense!' protested Brühl.
'Oh! don't deny it. It's difficult to conceal anything at court. You and the Countess Moszynski are better friends than if you were married.'
Brühl shrugged his shoulders. 'My heart owns only Frances Kolowrath.'
'Her hand is waiting for you.'
'Her mother herself will propose her to you. And it is time that Frances was married, for her eyes shine strangely.'
'Like stars!' Brühl exclaimed.
'What would the Countess Moszynski say to that?'
Suddenly Brühl seized Sulkowski's hand.
'Count,' said he, 'do not forget me and speak in my favour to the Prince. I fear whether I sufficiently showed my respect and attachment to him, as well as towards the pure and saintly Princess.---Tell him--'