He should, obviously, have kept it secret; thrice-secret, the little fool;--but a poor parched man is not always master of his private bubbling wells in that kind! Wolfstierna is Swedish Envoy at Dresden; Rudenskjold, Swedish Envoy at Berlin, has run over to see him in the dim November days.

Swedes, since Ulrique's marriage, are friendly to Prussia.

Bruhl has these two men to dinner; talks with them, over his wine, about Friedrich's insulting usage of him, among other topics.

"Insulting; how, your Excellency ?" asks Rudenskjold, privately a friend of Friedrich.

Bruhl explains, with voice quivering, those cuts in the Friedrich manifesto of August last, and other griefs suffered; the two Swedes soothing him with what oil they have ready.