not know where Rischenheim was, and so could not prevent his coming. Besides the King had been very pleased to learn of the Count's approaching visit, since he desired to talk with him on the subject of a certain breed of dogs, which the Count bred with great. His Majesty with only indifferent, success ; therefore he had declared that nothing should interfere with his reception of Rischenheim. In vain Sapt told him that a large boar had been seen in the forest, and that a fine day's sport might be expected if he would hunt next day.
"I shouldn't be back in time to see Rischenheim," said the King.
"Your Majesty would be back by nightfall," suggested Sapt.
"I should be too tired to talk to him, and I've a great deal to discuss."
"You could sleep at the hunting-lodge, sire, and ride back to receive the Count next morning."
"I'm anxious to see him as soon as may be." Then he looked up at Sapt with a sick man's quick suspicion. "Why shouldn't I see him?" he asked.
"It's a pity to miss the boar, sire," was all Sapt's plea. The King made light of it.
"Curse the boar!" said he. "I want to know how he gets the dogs' coats so fine."
As the King spoke a servant entered,
