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an army officer again, and I reminded him that I wasn't the Countess Cosel. "Who's that?" asked the big ignoramus. "Never heard of the lady that refused to accompany Augustus to the Camp of Muehlberg unless he brought her a certain intimate golden vessel costing five thousand _Thalers_?" "A loving cup?" asked my husband. "If you like to call it so." "But why did you say you are no Cosel?" "I meant to imply that I am not a prisoner of state and don't want to be treated like one. Hence, since a visit to my parents would greatly embarrass them, I decided to go to Brighton for the season." "Brighton," he repeated, "and where will you get the spondulicks?" "I saved up quite a bit of money. Guess I can manage the expense alright." "Lip-music," cried Frederick Augustus in his polite way. "You have no idea what such a trip costs." I assured him that I had made every inquiry and was able to meet all expenses. "We will go incog.," I added, "the babies and nurse and Lucretia. The Tisch woman shall have a furlough even before she asks for it." "Is that so?" Frederick Augustus laughed brutally. "You seem to forget that you are subject to our house laws." "And you seem to forget that I have a will of my own," I almost shouted. Frederick Augustus jumped up. "Not another word on the subject," he commanded. "The incident is closed." It suddenly occurred to me that Prince George had been talking once more to Frederick Augustus about the pugilistic performances of my mother. Perhaps he was trying to pluck up courage to beat me, a diversion not altogether unknown in the House of Saxony, according to the Memoirs of the famous Baron Schweinichen, Court Marshal and _Chroniqueur_. His diaries, covering a number of years, have many such entries as this: "His Royal Highness hit the Princess a good one on the 'snout' by way of silencing her tongue." Doubtless George would be delighted to have me "shut up" by some such process, but Frederick Augustus lacks the sand. When he was gone, I indicted a letter to the King, advising him in oily, malicious, yet eminently respectful language that, not wishing to figure as a prisoner of state, I had decided to spend the rest of the summer abroad with my children. At the same time I intimated that I was well aware of being in disgrace and being regarded with ill favor by the several members of the royal family. "If it pleases your Majesty," I added, "I will relieve a mos
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