He stepped up to the great table of carved oak-wood, took from it a silver whistle, and gave a loud shrill call.
"Are the deputies from the duchy of Cleves already in the antechamber?" he asked of the servant who appeared.
"Yes, your Electoral Highness, they are there."
"Let them come in! Be quick!"
The lackey stepped back, threw open the folding doors, beckoned into the entrance hall, and with loud voice announced: "The lords of the duchy of Cleves to wait upon his Electoral Highness."
Four gentlemen entered, attired in gorgeous, richly embroidered uniforms.
They bowed low and most respectfully before the Elector.
George William did not acknowledge this reverential greeting by the slightest inclination of his head, but looked with contracted brow and threatening eyes at the envoys, who had now again lifted up their heads, and met with tranquillity and composure the wrathful glances of the lord of the land, while they seemed to await his permission to penetrate farther into the apartment, and to approach him.
But this permission the Elector did not accord them. He left them standing like humble dependents near the door, and went toward them with long, menacing strides.
"You are the lords from Cleves, who have come to present me this memorial in behalf of the estates?" asked George William in a harsh voice.
"Gracious Elector," answered one of the gentlemen, "we were sent hither, in the name of the states of the duchy of Cleves, to present to you in person their wishes and requests. But since your Electoral Highness would not have the kindness to grant us an audience, but referred us to your minister, his excellency Count Schwarzenberg, we have preferred to intrude upon your Electoral Highness with a written document, in order that your highness might be made acquainted with the desires and petitions of the duchy of Cleves by means of our own writing, rather than by the mouth of his excellency your minister."