"No matter!" hints Bruhl; and proceeds from hint to hint, till the two Swedes are fully aware of the grand scheme: Grune, Prince Karl; and how Destruction, with legs 500 miles long, is steadily advancing to assuage one with just revenge.

"Right, your Excellency!"-- only that Rudenskjold proceeds to Berlin; and there straightway ("8th November") punctually makes Friedrich also aware.
[Stenzel, iv.

262; Ranke, iii.

317-323; Friedrich's own narrative of it, _OEuvres,_ iii.

148.] Foolish Bruhl: a man that has a secret should not only hide it, but hide that he has it to hide.
FRIEDRICH GOES OUT TO MEET HIS THREE-LEGGED MONSTER; CUTS ONE LEG OF IT IN TWO (Fight of Hennersdorf, 23d November, 1745).
Friedrich, having heard the secret, gazes into it with horror and astonishment: "What a time I have! This is not living; this is being killed a thousand times a day!" [Ranke (iii.