But, upon the queen's countenance there was now her general look of
indifference. It is true, the king was not smiling as was his wont
when amongst his subjects, but his pleasant countenance betrayed no
fear or sorrow. The queen maintained her exalted bearing; nothing
had passed to bow her proud head. After the royal guests had left,
Count Bruhl returned. He also had regained his usual serenity. With
ingenious friendliness he turned to his guests, and while requesting
them, in a flattering manner, to continue to grace his wife's fete
by their presence, demanded for himself leave of absence. Then
passing on, he whispered here and there a few words to the different
ambassadors. They and the count then disappeared.
The fete continued quietly; the music recommenced its gay, melodious
sounds, the birds carolled their songs, and the flowers were as
beautiful and as sweet as before. The jewels of the courtiers
sparkled as brilliantly. Their eyes alone were not so bright, and
the happy smile had left their lips. They were all weighed down by a
presentiment that danger was hovering around them.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE ARCHIVES AT DRESDEN.
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