is very impatient with these three. "Why
all this dodging, and fidgeting to and fro? You are above three to one
of your enemy. Why don't you close on him at once, if you mean it at
all? The end is, He will be across Oder; and it is I that shall have the
brunt to bear: Henri and he will enclose me between two fires!" And in
fact, Henri, as we know, though Friedrich does not or only half does,
has gone across Oder, to watch Soltikof, and guard Breslau from any
attempts of his,--which are far from HIS thoughts at this moment;--a
Soltikof fuming violently at the thought of such cunctations, and of
being made cat's-paw again. "Know, however, that I understand you,"
violently fumes Soltikof, "and that I won't. I fall back into the
Trebnitz Bog-Country, on my own right bank here, and look out for my
own safety."--"Patience, your noble Excellenz," answer they always; "oh,
patience yet a little! Only yesterday (Sunday, 10th the day after his
arrival in this region), we had decided to attack and crush him; Sunday
very early: [Tempelhof, iv. 137, 148-150.] but he skipped away to
Liegnitz. Oh, be patient yet a day or two: he skips about at such a
rate!" Montalembert has to be suasive as the Muses and the Sirens.
Soltikof gloomily consents to another day or two. And even, such
his anxiety lest this swift King skip over upon HIM, pushes out a
considerable Russian Division, 24,000 ultimately, under Czernichef,
towards the King's side of things, towards Auras on Oder, namely,--there
to watch for oneself these interesting Royal movements; or even to join
with Loudon out there, if that seem the safer course, against them.
Of Czernichef at Auras we shall hear farther on,--were these Royal
movements once got completed a little.

MORNING OF AUGUST 12th, Friedrich has, in his bad lodging at Seichau,
laid a new plan of route: "Towards Schweidnitz let it be; round by
Pombsen and the southeast, by the Hill-roads, make a sweep flankward
of the enemy!"--and has people out reconnoitring the Hill-roads. Hears,
however, about 8 o'clock, That Austrians in strength are coming between
us and Goldberg! "Intending to enclose us in this bad pot of a Seichau;
no crossing of the Katzbach, or other retreat to be left us at all?"
Friedrich strikes his tents; ranks himself; is speedily in readiness
for dispute of such extremity;--sends out new patrols, however,
to ascertain. "Austrians in strength" there are NOT on the side
indicated;--whereupon he draws in ag