"It is suicide."
"And who has permitted you, Mandt, to scrutinize my thoughts? Go, and insist no longer. I order you."
After the review, he returned to the palace, pale, trembling, icy cold.
"I am threatened with my malady," said he to his aide-de-camp.
"Shall I send for Mandt?"
"Useless; he has already warned me."
"He warned your majesty?"
"Yes; that I would kill myself."
The aide-de-camp turned pale.
"Ah sire! what do I hear?"