A waiting-maid had just presented the card of a visitor on a silver plate.
"I will see him," was the careless answer.
The maid retired and ushered in the Count von Bruhl, who made a low and courtly obeisance. The signora bent her head slightly, and motioned the count to a seat.
"You are surprised at a visit so late in the evening, signora?" the minister asked gently, after an embarrassed silence.
"I do not know its object," was her calm reply.
"Easily explained," with a bland smile. "I am known for a fond husband; in a fortnight I shall give a fête for my wife's birthday. It will surpass all other fêtes in splendor, if the Signora Hasse will favor it with her presence. May I hope that she will do so?"
"I do not sing, my lord minister."
"The signora has misunderstood my humble petition. Even the elector, whose admiration of the signora's genius is well known, would not venture to solicit such a favor."
"Will his highness be there?"
"He promised to honor me."