"And she won forty gulden on him," added Oskar facetiously.
"And where are the forty gulden?" sighed Fräulein Amelie.... Then she suddenly stood still and exclaimed: "But I've never yet been on it."
"Well, that can be remedied," said Oskar simply.
The Great Wheel was turning slowly and majestically in front of them with its lighted carriages. The young people passed the turnstile, climbed into an empty compartment and swept upwards.
"Do you know, George, whom I got to know this summer?" said Oskar. "The Prince of Guastalla."
"Which one?" asked George.
"The youngest, of course, Karl Friedrich. He was there incognito. He's very thick with Stanzides, an extraordinary man. You take my word for it," he added softly, "if people like us said one hundredth part of the things the prince says, we'd never get out of prison our whole life long."
"Look, Oskar," cried Amy, "at the tables and the people down there. It looks just like a little box, doesn't it? And that mass of lights over there, far off. I'm sure that's going to Prague, don't you think so, Herr Bermann?"
"Possibly," answered Heinrich, knitting his forehead as he stared through the glass wall out into the night.
When they left the compartment and got out into the open air the Sunday hubbub was subsiding.