"Yes," continued Wulf, "I'm glad to see you up; as for me, I'm all right ... but you must remember that I drank less than you did last night. I tell you they've capital vermouth here ... shall I order your Majesty a bottle?" "What's your name?" asked the King. Wulf considered his sovereign with compassion. "He's still a bit soused," he muttered to himself, then wagging a reproving finger at the King, he continued: "Who am I? Wulfenmimenglaschk, Sire, at your service, and I've already saved your life twice ... that's why I may be allowed to give you a bit of advice. Cut out the booze, Sire, you're distinctly the worse for wear ... you're so changed that if it wasn't for your dressing-gown...." Wulf was undoubtedly very drunk; otherwise he could not have failed to notice the difference between the King of the last few days and the present one. Frederick-Christian held himself in hand as long as possible, then burst out: "What does this attitude mean?... this familiarity? What makes you speak in French?" Wulf was first amazed at the change in his beloved master and inclined to weep over his humiliation. He was about to give utterance to his feelings when the King seized him by the arm and pointed to the _Hesse-Weimar Gazette_. "Read that! Who furnished this information?" "Why, I did, Sire." "Then you mean to say you have been continually with me. You occupy the next apartment? You enjoy my friendship?" "Yes, Sire." The King, in a burst of rage, now held the unfortunate Wulf by the collar and shoving him toward the door, ejected him onto the landing with a prodigious kick. * * * * * Frederick-Christian, more puzzled than ever by the turn of events, now turned his attention to his toilette. He was still in scanty attire and went behind his screen to continue dressing. At this moment a soft and charming voice spoke: "Sire, are you there? It is I ... Marie Pascal." Marie Pascal! Where had he heard that name before? Slowly Frederick-Christian recalled the silhouette of a young woman ... with a fair skin and light hair ... The voice continued: "I am glad to know that you are better, Sire. Forgive me for troubling you now but since our last meeting things have happened of a very serious nature ... hidden enemies want to destroy me ... to destroy us.... First of all they accused your Majesty of the murder of Susy d'Orsel, and now after torturing me with questions they have dared to say it was I!... I'm sure they overheard our last conversation and misunderstand our love for each other...." Frederick-Christian was growing suspicious. What did this extraordinary visit mean? Did they want to trap him into an unwary admission? "In the name of our love, say you don't believe me guilty!" The King hesitated. "I don't know.... I ..."