"The person who dares to make such assertions should weigh his words well, and carefully consider the consequences. You must explain yourself."
The Prince glanced round at his companions.
"I am ready to justify my words. All of us here present have seen how the Countess conducted herself during your Majesty's absence. The palace was always full of guests and admirers, amongst whom the Count Lecherenne enjoyed especial favour. Sometimes he was seen leaving the palace about midnight."
The King listened with apparent indifference, but those who knew him well, could see that the dart had stung him.
"It is the voice of jealousy speaking through you," said Augustus. "You do not like Cosel, and you would be glad to see her shut up in one room. Naturally she longed for my return, and required some distraction, and you must allow that Lecherenne is amusing."
"Your Majesty," said the Prince, with well-feigned simplicity, "I had no intention to be an informer. I enjoy your Majesty's favour, and I do not care much about that of the Countess. But, being your Majesty's devoted servant, I should be deeply grieved to see your great love repaid with ingratitude."
Augustus looked gloomy. The wine cups were full, but no one raised one to his lips; the conversation stopped, and the King rose.
Fürstenberg understood that he had gone too far. Whenever Augustus wished to get rid of a favourite, he was glad to hear something against her. His anger on the present occasion was a proof that as yet Cosel was not an object of indifference to him.
Not wishing to talk any more, Augustus nodded to his guests, and retired to his chamber.
Fürstenberg and the other courtiers regarded each other sorrowfully--they feared the consequences of such a bold attack.