"Sire," answered Baron von Arnim, "the contract of the French
actors, which needs renewing, I have to lay before your majesty;
also a paper, received yesterday, from Madame Mara; still another
from the singer Conciliani, and a petition from four persons from
the opera."

"What stupid stuff!" growled the king, at the same time bestowing a
caress upon Alkmene. "Commence with your report. Let us hear what
those singers are now asking for."

"The singer Conciliani has addressed a heart-breaking letter to your
majesty, and prays for an increase of salary--that it is impossible
for him to live upon three thousand dollars."

"Ah! that is what is wanted?" cried the king, furious, and striking
his staff upon the floor. "The fellow is mad; When he cannot live
upon three thousand, he will not be able to live upon four. I want
money for cannon. I cannot spend it for such nonsense. I am
surprised, Von Arnim that you repeat such stuff to me."

"Your majesty, it is my duty that I--"

"What! Your duty is not to flatter them. I pay them to give me
pleasure, not presumption. Remember, once for all, do not flatter
them. Conciliani will get no increase of salary. If he persists, let
him go to the mischief! This is my decision.--Proceed! What is
Madame Mara begging for?"

"Madame Mara constantly refuses to sing the airs which your majesty