Rischenheim can be here at eight to-morrow morning," he said, looking up.
"Capital!" cried the king.

"He shall breakfast with me at nine, and I'll have a ride after the boar when we've done our business.

Now are you satisfied ?" "Perfectly, sire," said Sapt, biting his moustache.
The king rose with a yawn, and bade the colonel good-night.

"He must have some trick I don't know with those dogs," he remarked, as he went out.

And "Damn the dogs!" cried Colonel Sapt the moment that the door was shut behind his Majesty.
But the colonel was not a man to accept defeat easily.