PRES. (threathening him). As to what I have confided to You, Worm! If you dare but to whisper a syllable-----
WORM (laughs). Then your excellency will no doubt exPose my forgeries!
PRES. Yes, yes, you are safe enough! I hold you in the Fetters of your own knavery, like a trout on the hook!
SERVANT. Marshal Kalb-----
PRES. The very man I wished to see.--Introduce him.
MARSHAL KALB, in a rich but tasteless court-dress, with Chamberlain's keys, two watches, sword, three-cornered, hat, and hair dressed ὰ la Herisson. He bustles up to the PRESIDENT, and diffuses a strong scent of musk through the u hole theatre.-- PRESIDENT.
MARSHAL. Ah! good morning, my dear baron! Quite delighted to see you again--Pray forgive my not having paid my respects to you at an earlier hour--the most pressing business--The duke's bill of fare--invitation cards--arrangements for the sledge party to-day--Ah!--besides it was necessary for me to be at the levee, to inform his highness of the state of the weather.
PRES. True, marshal! Such weighty concerns were not to be neglected!
MARSHAL. Then a rascally tailor, too, kept me waiting for him!
PRES. And yet ready to the moment?
MARSHAL. Nor is that all! -- One misfortune follows at the heels of the other, to-day! Only hear me!
PRES. (abse nt). Can it be possible?
MARSHAL. Just listen!--Scarce had I quitted my carriage, when the horses became restive, and began to plunge and rear--Only imagine! -- splashed my breeches all over with mud! What was to be done? Fancy, my dear baron. just fancy yourself for a moment in my predicament! There I stood! the hour was late! a day's journey to return--Yet to appear before his highness in this--Good heavens!--