"To the health of the Republic!"
Fandor now led the conversation to the charms and seductions of Paris, and he pictured the delights of the city in such glowing terms that Wulf's little eyes sparkled and his purple face became even more congested. He lost his timidity. He expressed a wish to see the Moulin-Rouge and the Singing Fountains.
"What do you know about them?" inquired Fandor.
"Why, they speak of nothing else in Hesse-Weimar."
"You shall hear them then.... Look here, Wulf, are you married?"
"Yes, Sire."
"Then I'll bet you deceive your wife."
"Hum! I should be sorry if my wife heard you say that. For up to now ..."
Fandor laughed.
"Oh, we Kings know everything. Even more than your Secret Service."