A springless, putty-hearted, cowering coward!' And as the Prince rapped out the words in tones of unusual vigour, a little, stout, old gentleman, opening a door behind Gotthold, received them fairly in the face.

With his parrot's beak for a nose, his pursed mouth, his little goggling eyes, he was the picture of formality; and in ordinary circumstances, strutting behind the drum of his corporation, he impressed the beholder with a certain air of frozen dignity and wisdom.
But at the smallest contrariety, his trembling hands and disconnected gestures betrayed the weakness at the root.

And now, when he was thus surprisingly received in that library of Mittwalden Palace, which was the customary haunt of silence, his hands went up into the air as if he had been shot, and he cried aloud with the scream of an old woman.
'O!' he gasped, recovering, 'Your Highness! I beg ten thousand pardons.
But your Highness at such an hour in the library!--a circumstance so unusual as your Highness's presence was a thing I could not be expected to foresee.' 'There is no harm done, Herr Cancellarius,' said Otto.
'I came upon the errand of a moment: some papers I left over-night with the Herr Doctor,' said the Chancellor of Grunewald.

'Herr Doctor, if you will kindly give me them, I will intrude no longer.' Gotthold unlocked a drawer and handed a bundle of manuscript to the old gentleman, who prepared, with fitting salutations, to take his departure.
'Herr Greisengesang, since we have met,' said Otto, 'let us talk.' 'I am honoured by his Highness's commands,' replied the Chancellor.
'All has been quiet since I left ?' asked the Prince, resuming his seat.
'The usual business, your Highness,' answered Greisengesang; 'punctual trifles: huge, indeed, if neglected, but trifles when discharged.

Your Highness is most zealously obeyed.' 'Obeyed, Herr Cancellarius ?' returned the Prince.