I am never hopeful when the patient is not on my side.' 'You mean-- ?' 'I mean that his Royal Highness has no desire to live.

You must have observed that.' 'Only too well,' said Aribert.
'And you are aware of the cause ?' Aribert nodded an affirmative.
'But cannot remove it ?' 'No,' said Aribert.

He felt a touch on his sleeve.

It was Nella's finger.
With a gesture she beckoned him towards the ante-room.
'If you choose,' she said, when they were alone, 'Prince Eugen can be saved.
I have arranged it.' 'You have arranged it ?' He bent over her, almost with an air of alarm.
'Go and tell him that the million pounds which is so necessary to his happiness will be forthcoming.

Tell him that it will be forthcoming today, if that will be any satisfaction to him.' 'But what do you mean by this, Nella ?' 'I mean what I say, Aribert,' and she sought his hand and took it in hers.
'Just what I say.