March 26th, Henri's gloom reaches the igniting point; he writes to Chief-Clerk Eichel:-- "Monsieur, you are aware that Adjutant von Anhalt is on the way hither.
To judge by his orders, if they correspond to the Letters I have had from the King, Adjutant von Anhalt's appearance here will produce an embarrassment, from which I am resolved to extricate myself by a voluntary retirement from office.

My totally ruined (ABIMEE) health, the vexations I have had, the fatigues and troubles of war, leave in me little regret to quit the employment.

I solicit only, from your attentions and skill of management, that my retreat be permitted to take place with the decency observed towards those who have served the State.
I have not a high opinion of my services; but perhaps I am not mistaken in supposing that it would be more a shame to the King than to me if he should make me endure all manner of chagrins during my retirement." [Schoning, iii.

307.] Eichel sinks into profound reflection; says nothing.

How is this fire to be got under?
Where is the place to trample on it, before opening door or window, or saying a word to the King or anybody?
HENRI (same day, 26th March).