The King, contrary to wont, restrained himself amazingly, and would not show his displeasure in public.

He got into his carriage, and drove away with the Furst of Anhalt," Old Dessauer, "and Von Winterfeld," Captain in the Giant Regiment, "who is now Major-General von Winterfeld; [Major-General since 1743, of high fame; fell in fight, 7th September, 1757.] not staying to dine with General von Platen, as was always his custom with Commandants whom he had reviewed.

He bade Prince Wilhelm and the rest of us stay and dine; he himself drove away,"-- towards the great road again, and some uncertain lodging there.
"We stayed accordingly; and did full justice to the good cheer,"-- though poor Platen would certainly look flustered, one may fancy.

"But as the Prince was anxious to come up with his Majesty again, and knew not where he would meet him, we had to be very swift with the business.
"We found the King with Anhalt and Winterfeld, by and by; sitting in a village, in front of a barn, and eating a cold pie there, which the Furst of Anhalt had chanced to have with him; his Majesty, owing to what he had seen on the parade-ground, was in the utmost ill-humor (HOCHST UBLER LAUNE).

Next day, Saturday, he went a hundred and fifty or two hundred miles; and arrived in Berlin at ten at night.