Moses Amschel grew very anxious. "I swear to you, Geigenfritz, you ruin me by remaining. The business can't be done in your presence."
"We shall see."
The obstinacy of Geigenfritz was not to be overcome. Moses Amschel ran to and fro, wringing his hands, and straining his eyes to see into the park. Suddenly his anxiety increased to a paroxysm. Geigenfritz followed the direction of his eyes. With extreme swiftness a man ran along one of the alleys, in the direction of the mound on which they both stood.
"For God's sake, go, leave me!" exclaimed Moses Amschel, in abject supplication.
"Fellow, 'tis the Crown-prince. What dealings have you with him?"
"Go, I implore you, go."
"Not a step, till you answer me."
"I have business with him."
"What business?"
"You shall know afterwards; go, I can't escape you."