"These are my own letters, written by me to my wife before we were
married!"

"Of course they are. What others did you expect? These are the only
letters, so far as I have learned, that any man has written to her,
and the only letters she cares for of all the thousands she has ever
received. Why, you foolish, blind man, I had not been in this castle a
day before I saw how matters stood. The Princess is breaking her poor
heart because you are unkind to her, and she cares for nobody on earth
but you, great stupid dunce that you are."

"Is it true? Will you swear it's true?" cried the Prince, dropping the
packet and going hastily toward the girl. Miss Jennie stood with her
back to the wall, and putting her hands behind her, she said,--

"No, no; you are not going to touch me again. Of course it's true, and
if you had the sense of a six-year-old child, you would have seen it
long ago; and she paid sixty thousand pounds of your gambling debts,
too."

"What are you talking about? The Princess has never given me a penny of
her money; I don't need it. Goodness knows, I have money enough of my
own."

"Well, Cadbury Taylor said that you--Oh, I'll warrant you, it is like
all the rest of his statements, pure moonshine."

"Of whom are you speaking? And why did my wife protect that wretch whom
she knows has stolen her diamonds?"