Friedrich undertakes Sechelles: the Enterprise cannot now be refused.

[_OEuvres de Frederic_, ii.

170; Valori, i.

139; &c.

&c.] "Alert, then; not a moment to be lost! Good-night; AU REVOIR, my noble friends!"-- and to-morrow many hours before daybreak, Friedrich is off for Prag, leaving Dresden to awaken when it can.
At Prag he renews acquaintance with his old maladroit Strasburg friend, Marechal de Broglio, not with increase of admiration, as would seem; declines the demonstrations and civilities of Broglio, business being urgent: finds M.de Sechelles to be in truth the supreme of living Commissaries (ready, in words which Friedrich calls golden, "to make the impossible possible"): "Only march, then, noble Saxons: swift!"-- and dashes off again, next morning, to northeastward, through Leopold's Bohemian cantonments, Glatz-ward by degrees, to be ready with his own share of the affair; no delay in him, for one.