"Friend Gabriel?"
"At your Highness's commands."
"Where have you served?"
"With the Blue Hussars."
"Good," nodded the Prince; "we are in the same branch of the service. I hear you are a trustworthy fellow. But what is the matter with you?" He took out his purse. "We will share; take what you want."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Then the women are at fault," cried the Prince; "that is worse. Is she proud?"
Gabriel dissented.
"Is she faithless?"
The poor fellow turned away.