'You speak for us to the King,' interrupted the Count, 'and I will do the same for you with the Prince. And then, my Brühl, you will not be without protectors. Padre Guarini tries to convert you, the Countess thinks of you as her future son-in-law, and I should not be surprised if you had still another friend at court.'
'All that is nothing if you are not with me,' said Brühl.--'I would give up Guarini and Kolowrath in your favour.'
'But you would not give up Moszynski,' said Sulkowski laughing. 'And now good luck to your journey; remember me in Poland to all my countrymen.'
'Not to their wives and daughters?'
'Yes, should some of them ask after me--but I doubt it. I prefer German women.'
'I too!' said Brühl.
They had already reached the door.
'Eh, bien, à la vie, à la mort!'
They shook hands. Brühl hastened towards the carriage. At the farther end of the courtyard Padre Guarini was standing, making the sign of the cross over Brühl as he drove off, following his master to Warsaw.