Count Bruhl - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
'I shall reconcile you,' said he, 'wait!'
They both looked at him, for the reconciliation was a doubtful one.
'Let the culprit go,' said Watzdorf, 'and in his place, as a good actor is necessary, put one of the ministers. There are no better actors than they! And as Faustina would not quarrel with a minister, there will be peace.'
Guarini nodded, Faustina became silent, and threw herself on a sofa.
The Jesuit took the chamberlain by the arm and led him to the window.
'_Carissimo!_' he said sweetly, 'it is still very far to hot weather, and you seem already to be sun-struck.'
'No, I am not mad yet,' said Watzdorf, 'I cannot guarantee, however, that I shall not become mad soon.'
'What is the matter with you? Confess!'
'Shall Faustina's knee be a confessional?'
'What a heathen!' laughed the Jesuit, 'What is the matter with you?
Tell me!'
'The world seems to me stupid, that's all!'
'_Carissimo! Perdona_,' said the Jesuit. 'But it seems to me that you are stupid, if you say such things. I shall give you some advice. When you have an excess of bad humour, go into the forest; there you may swear as much as you like, shout as much as you like, and then return to town quieted. You know that in old times they used that remedy for those who could not hold their tongues.'
Watzdorf listened indifferently.
'I pity you,' added Guarini.
'If you knew how I pity you all,' Watzdorf sighed. 'But who could say whose pity is the better?'
'Then let us leave it,' said the Jesuit taking his hat. He came to Faustina and bowed to her humbly.
'Once more I pray your Excellency for the _poverino_, don't dismiss him for my sake.'
'You can do what you please without me,' answered Faustina, 'but should you force me to sing with him, I give you my word that I shall slap his face in public.'
Guarini inclined his head, bowed, and went to the Prince with his report.
It was the hour of rest which Frederick enjoyed after doing nothing the whole day. The hour in which he smoked his pipe, enjoyed the tricks of Frosch and Horch, and the company of Bruhl and Sulkowski, for no one else could see him then.
Guarini entered whenever he liked. He was the more amiable companion.
The Prince was fond of laughing, and Guarini made him laugh: when he wanted to be silent, Guarini was silent: when asked a question, he answered mirthfully, never contradicting.
Bruhl was alone in the room with the Kurfurst. He stood at the master's chair and whispered something. The Prince listened attentively and nodded.
'Father, do you hear what Bruhl says?' said the Prince to the Jesuit as he entered.
Guarini came nearer.
'Speak on,' said Frederick.
Bruhl began to talk, looking significantly at Guarini.
'He is ironical, and for a long time has been too biting and too bitter.'
'Oh! That's too bad!' the Prince whispered.
'About whom is this question?' asked the Jesuit.
'I have dared to call his Royal Highness's attention to Chamberlain Watzdorf.'
Guarini recalled his meeting with the man.
'The fact is,' he said, 'that I also find him strange.'
'And at the court it is contagious,' Bruhl added. The Prince sighed, evidently already bored, and did not answer.
'Where is that fool Frosch?' he said suddenly. 'I am sure he is already asleep in some corner.'
The Jesuit ran to the door and made a sign. Frosch and Horch rushed into the room so precipitously that Horch fell down and Frosch jumped on his back. The Prince began to laugh heartily.
The humiliated Horch tried to avenge himself on his adversary, rose, thinking that he could shake him off, but the cautious little man slipped down and hid behind a chair.
Frederick's eyes followed them--he was anxious to see the result of the contest. Behind the chair both fools, squealing, began to fight.
Frederick laughed and forgot all about what he had heard that day. It would be difficult to say how long this would have lasted if Guarini had not whispered to the Prince that it was time to go to the chapel for prayers; the Prince becoming suddenly grave went with the Jesuit to the chapel, where the Princess was already awaiting them.
CHAPTER XI
One day towards evening both the great ministers were sitting in Sulkowski's house: they were silent and seemed to try to penetrate each other's thoughts. Through the open window came the joyful chirping of the birds and the rumbling of carriages.
The faces of the two rivals to a close observer bore a striking difference. One who looked at Bruhl at a moment when he thought he was not observed, would have seen under that sweet smile a cold perversity, the depths of which were frightening. In his eyes could be seen the keenness and cunning of a society man who guesses and understands everything, who penetrates the springs of social movements and does not hesitate to take hold of them, if he can do so safely, and provided they can be turned to his own advantage.
Sulkowski was a proud petty n.o.ble, who having become a lord, thought that he was so sure of his high position, that he believed everything was subservient to him. He treated Bruhl as _malum necessarium_ and looked down upon him with that superiority, sure of itself, which shuts its eyes to peril. He was not lacking in ideas, but he was lazy and disliked every effort.
Looking on them it was easy to guess the result of so unequal a fight, for never did a beautiful face conceal more falsehood than that of Bruhl, who, when he knew that he was watched, could a.s.sume an innocent, childlike expression.
Two men of such calibre, placed in opposition, could not help fighting, but they did not fight yet; on the contrary they seemed to be the best of friends. Some instinct made Sulkowski feel that Bruhl was his antagonist, but he laughed at the idea. Bruhl was perfectly aware that he would not be able to rule absolutely over the Prince, until he overthrew Sulkowski, who furnished arms against himself. Although he could dissimulate and wait, Sulkowski sometimes avowed to himself, that he disliked the omnipotence of the Jesuit at the court, and that the Princess's influence also stood in his way.
He did not make Bruhl his confidant, but he did not exercise sufficient caution and permitted him to guess. While Bruhl and Guarini were the best of friends Sulkowski kept aloof from him. He was very respectful towards the Princess, but did not try to win her particular favour.
Sometimes he would say something that would have pa.s.sed muster under the rule of Augustus, but was unadvisable with so severe a Princess.
Father Guarini, knowing that the Prince was fond of him, bowed to him but kept his distance.
He very seldom met Bruhl alone, as one of them was obliged to be always with the Prince, to keep him amused.