Kitch, Ecuyer, le bourreau
de Londres, and which made the Duke's mistress laugh so much that
she vowed that the Abbe should have a bishopric on his return: for,
with such store of wisdom, look you, my son, was the world governed
in those days.
The Count and his offspring meanwhile conversed with some
cordiality. The former informed the latter of all the diseases to
which he was subject, his manner of curing them, his great
consideration as chamberlain to the Duke of Bavaria; how he wore his
Court suits, and of a particular powder which he had invented for
the hair; how, when he was seventeen, he had run away with a
canoness, egad! who was afterwards locked up in a convent, and grew
to be sixteen stone in weight; how he remembered the time when
ladies did not wear patches; and how the Duchess of Marlborough
boxed his ears when he was so high, because he wanted to kiss her.
All these important anecdotes took some time in the telling, and
were accompanied by many profound moral remarks; such as, "I can't
abide garlic, nor white-wine, stap me! nor Sauerkraut, though his
Highness eats half a bushel per day. I ate it the first time at
Court; but when they brought it me a second time, I
refused--refused, split me and grill me if I didn't! Everybody
stared; his Highness looked as fierce as a Turk; and that infernal
Krahwinkel (my dear, I did for him afterwards)--that cursed
Krahwinkel, I say, looked as pleased as possible, and whispered to
Countess Fritsch, 'Blitzchen, Frau Grafinn,' says he, 'it's all over
with Galgenstein.
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