rich. At least, he would have been independent of his wife and of
her father. Up to February of 1898 his obtaining this money
seemed probable.

Early in that month the last prospective purchaser decided not to
buy.

There is no doubt that had Harden-Hickey then turned to his
father-in-law, that gentleman, as he had done before, would have
opened an account for him.

But the Prince of Trinidad felt he could no longer beg, even for the
money belonging to his wife, from the man he had insulted. He
could no longer ask his wife to intercede for him. He was without
money of his own, with out the means of obtaining it; from his
wife he had ceased to expect even sympathy, and from the world
he knew, the fact that he was a self-made king caused him always
to be pointed out with ridicule as a charlatan, as a jest.

The soldier of varying fortunes, the duellist and dreamer, the
devout Catholic and devout Buddhist, saw the forty-third year of
his life only as the meeting-place of many fiascos.

His mind was tormented with imaginary wrongs, imaginary slights,
imaginary failures.

This young man, who could paint pictures, write books, organize
colonies oversea, and with a sword pick the buttons from a
waistcoat, forgot the twenty good years still before him; forgot that
men loved him for the mistakes he had made; that in parts of the