There are three thousand two hundred crowns.

O, I trust it is enough!' Her embarrassment was so obvious that the Prince was struck into a muse, gazing in her face, with his hand still outstretched, and she still holding him by the wrist.

'You!' he said at last.

'How ?' And then drawing himself up, 'O madam,' he cried, 'I understand.

You must indeed think meanly of the Prince.' 'Well, then, it was a lie!' she cried.