ing the works, and improving them into impregnability,--our
ugly friend Walrave presiding over that operation too.

Belleisle, we may believe, so long as he continued, was full of polite
wonder over these things; perhaps had critical advices here and there,
which would be politely received. It is certain he came out extremely
brilliant, gifted and agreeable, in the eyes of Friedrich; who often
afterwards, not in the very strictest language, calls him a great man,
great soldier, and by far the considerablest person you French have.
It is no less certain, Belleisle displayed, so far as displayable,
his magnificent Diplomatic Ware to the best advantage. To which, we
perceive, the young King answered, "Magnificent, indeed!" but would not
bite all at once; and rather preferred corresponding with Fleury,
on business points, keeping the matter dexterously hanging, in an
illuminated element of hope and contingency, for the present.

Belleisle, after we know not how many days, returned to Dresden;
perfected his work at Dresden, or shoved it well forward, with "that
Moravia" as bait. "Yes, King of Moravia, you, your Polish Majesty, shall
be!"--and it is said the simple creature did so style himself, by and
by, in certain rare Manifestoes, which still exist in the cabinets of
the curious. Belleisle next, after only a few days, went to Munchen;
to operate on Karl Albert Kur-Baiern, a willing subject. And, in short,
Belleisle whirled along incessantly, torch in hand; making his "circuit
of the German Courts,"--details of said circuit not to be followed by us
farther. One small thing only I have found rememberable; probably
true, though vague. At Munchen, still more out at Nymphenburg, the fine
Country-Palace not far off, there was of course long conferencing, long
consulting, secret and intense, between Belleisle with his people and
Karl Albert with his. Karl Albert, as we know, was himself willing. But
a certain Baron von Unertl--heavy-built Bavarian of the old type, an
old stager in the Bavarian Ministries--was of far other disposition. One
day, out at Nymphenburg, Unertl got to the Council-room, while Belleisle
and Company were there: Unertl found the apartment locked, absolutely no
admittance; and heard voices, the Kurfurst's and French voices, eagerly
at work inside. "Admit me, Gracious Herr; UM GOTTES WILLEN, me!" No
admission. Unertl, in despair, rushed round to the garden side of the
Apartment; desperately snatched a ladder,