He makes Frederick the Great an insignificant little being, that he may look over him." "Unimportant men always do that," answered the other.

"They would make great men small, and think by placing themselves on high pedestals they become great.

The clown striding through the crowd on his stilts may even look over an emperor.

But fortunately there comes a time when the dear clown must come down from his stilts, and then it is clear to others, if not to himself, what little, earth-born snips the men of yesterday are." "Only look, Wolff, there is just such a moment coming to that stiltsman Mollendorf.

How the great man stoops, and how small he looks on his gray horse, for a greater springs past! Look at him well, Wolff--we shall dine with him, and he does not like to be stared at in the face." "Is that, then, Prince Henry passing ?" asked Wolff, with animation; "That little general, who just galloped into the circle with his suite, is that the king's brother ?" "Yes, that is just his misfortune that he is the king's brother," answered a deep, sonorous voice behind them.
Turning, they beheld a young, elegantly dressed man, in the light gray frock and gold-bordered, three-cornered hat, and a Spanish cane, with an ivory handle.
"What did you remark, sir ?" asked Herr Wolff; his great, brown eyes flashing over the pale, intellectual face of the other, so that he was quite confused, yet, as if enchanted, could not turn away.