He picked himself up, dazed, and crept shamefacedly out of the room.
Aribert took his nephew's hand.
'Nonsense, Eugen! You are dreaming.

You will be all right soon.

Pull yourself together.' 'All because of a million,' the sick man moaned.

'One miserable million English pounds.

The national debt of Posen is fifty millions, and I, the Prince of Posen, couldn't borrow one.